I just harvested a head of broccoli from the garden. It tastes so sweet, so delicious. I could feel the goodness seep into me…and that was before it was cooked.
As I get closer to home following a few weeks on the road, I notice myself playing a little more attention to my Bullet Journal. It has not been been off my radar completely these last week’s, but it’s that sense of coming home and jobs to do.
His Holiness the Dalai Lama’s message on his 84th Birthday, this last Wednesday, July 10th.
Just as we teach physical hygiene to stay physically fit, we need to cultivate emotional hygiene, learning to tackle our destructive emotions, so as to better achieve peace of mind.
Temple Church in the center of Bristol. The church was bombed during the Second World War, and while buildings around it were raised to the ground, Temple Church was kept, in its bombed state, because of its history. Set in a beautiful park.
The Everyman theater in Bristol. The moldings from the original cinema are still in place. A lovely venue for a movie.
Hayfever is a problem for me if I visit Britain over the summer. Although I am taking something to try and dry me up, yesterday was particularly bad. I went to see a matinée showing of Yesterday…yesterday to benefit from the theater’s A/C for a couple of hours. 😷🍿
“Violence is what happens when we don’t know what else to do with our suffering.”
― Parker J. Palmer
Sitting amongst tall tress in Long Island, listening to the birds singing and appreciating the peaceful and restful atmosphere.
Today I’m heading to somewhere up in the Catskill Mountains of upstate New York. I’m not sure of our final destination? This will be a new destination for me, having never been there before.
Darn it! I was going for 30 days of posting, replies to others aside, and about 2 weeks in I didn’t get round to posting yesterday. So it is back to the start and try again.