10 Seconds to Zen (post 5)

Rhapsodomancy (in honor of National Poetry Month) Go. Go now to your bookshelf (do you have one in your home or office? I sure hope so.).  Quickly glance at your books of poetry or literature, and pick the first one you find (no more than 5 seconds) Close your eyes (6).  Open the book to…

10 Seconds to Zen (post 4)

Bubbles, just bubbles Peace will find you as you blow all the stale air out of your lungs. I have found no quicker way to a smile on my face then when I am blowing bubbles. It only takes 10 seconds.

10 Seconds to Zen (post 3)

Have you heard of Forest Bathing?  Nope?  Neither had I until recently.  It’s a Japanese thing that is becoming a phenomenon in the states (probably urban areas).  It is basically what it sounds like.  Walking through a forest and letting it bathe you in sensations.  Humans are a part of the world, and we need…

10 Seconds to Zen (post 2):

Peace in an ordinary world Take a long slow inhale counting to four as you breathe in, stop. Now hold it for a count of three at the top, and then slowly let it out– three, two, one. Done. It has been ten seconds, check and see if you have slightly more head space. In…

10 Seconds to Zen…

Peace finds us if we prepare the way for it. Peace, or a sense of calm/Zen had always eluded me as a child and younger adult. I used to think finding it was going to be outside my skill set– reserved for the wiser, more patient folks. I always had hope though– and that may…

Mama always said there would be dragons…

Ok, no she didn’t. Not in those exact words. But the message that there would be pain and storms to endure was definitely clear. This pic was clicked right outside the building in which I took my first and second SAT. Of course, the exam I took in the mid 80’s, I am told, in…

It’s that time of year, when…

I realize that I am happy.  The weather bobs and dips like a fisher’s boat along with the tide.  Aromas glide in through the cracked window, warm and cozy: onion, sage and spice. It is a crazy time of year for me (work), but I still attempt to stop and focus on what moves me:…

End of July

  The trees call me home. I am full of this storied bliss– chocolate dust fig. -BKL, 2017