It's almost 100 degrees outside. Inside my second story office with its knotty-pine walls and gabled ceiling, the fan is on full-tilt, humming urgently. The best it can do is bring down the ambient temperature to a better-than-nothing 87 degrees. I am sweating. Oh, excuse me, I am perspiring. I notice the little rivulets creeping down my sides from where my arms touch the skin of my trunk and I feel them land and and the salty water spread into the top edge of my shorts. If I slump in my chair, I feel new rivulets start in the folds of my stomach. SICK!
I tell myself, "at least it isn't humid!" And then I turn my thoughts to cooler days: memories of times when the heat wasn't uppermost in my mind, when all was well with the world. There are so many memories to pull from. There is so much I can put back into this moment, to celebrate, to appreciate, to acknowledge, to smile about, to laugh about, to treasure.
Life is made moment to moment and those moments link together through our connection to them, to the value we place on them. It's our choice.
Find JOY in the JOurneY.
“As long as I live, I'll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing. I'll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood, storm, and the avalanche. I'll acquaint myself with the glaciers and wild gardens, and get as near the heart of the world as I can.”
― John Muir
I tell myself, "at least it isn't humid!" And then I turn my thoughts to cooler days: memories of times when the heat wasn't uppermost in my mind, when all was well with the world. There are so many memories to pull from. There is so much I can put back into this moment, to celebrate, to appreciate, to acknowledge, to smile about, to laugh about, to treasure.
Life is made moment to moment and those moments link together through our connection to them, to the value we place on them. It's our choice.
Find JOY in the JOurneY.
“As long as I live, I'll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing. I'll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood, storm, and the avalanche. I'll acquaint myself with the glaciers and wild gardens, and get as near the heart of the world as I can.”
― John Muir