Welcome to a hit of hope.
It's here again.
The ordinary.
The every day.
And oh how it can stretch endlessly.
How it can begin to suffocate.
It's easy to become restless.
To turn to a phone.
To buy something.
A new dog,
Cat,
Pig,
Peacock.
A new car to seek out a new love.
More.
New.
Bigger.
Better.
Or you can take a deep breath in.
You can let your breath out.
You can be still and grow quiet.
You can try to befriend the ordinary.
Your body is not this or that.
Then or there.
Your body is here.
Now.
Bring your breath into the body.
Bring your mind to your breath.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Do not run.
Settle.
The ordinary isn't measured by what you've done or what you own.
The ordinary is measured by this breath in and by this breath out.
The ordinary is measured by the peace and the healing you feel as you let go.
You can let the familiar crush your spirit.
You can try to escape.
Or you can sit.
You can be.
You can try and fill your days with stuff.
Or you can decide that even in the ordinary,
Especially in the ordinary,
There are satisfactions and pleasures.
Pay attention to the small and the familiar.
Then you can walk through your day every day.
And like Don Quixote,
No adventure awaits.
Namaste.