I keep trying to get to this particular "place". Seems I'm always in a hurry to move- as if magically, we'll be "there" and... *poof* everything is as it should be.
I don't have a place name for it. It looks like this...
It has been a hot day. Humid. Hard working. Sweaty day. Physically worked. Hot. Wiped.
Then...
You sit back in a rocker. Feet up on the porch rail. Ice ice ice cold sweating amber glass bottle of beer, as it pops open. First sip. Ahhhh....
It all melts away.
THAT.
Right there.
That is the place I keep trying to which I find myself endlessly striving.
Relaxed.
Accomplished.
Job well done.
No worries.
As of yet... still futile.
2 comments:
someone very wise told me once there is no
"there," that the there keeps moving. but man, that day where you can put your feet up and relax, it will come. I hope I am sitting next to you when it happens.
I suggest Yoga. It's the only thing that has allowed me to be in the present and not focus on "getting there"...
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