June 30, 2013
As I sip my morning coffee, or sometimes, as I lay in bed waiting for the alarm to ring, my mind starts to generate the "to do" list for the day. As it grows, the stress level rises. Like a lily opening to the sun, the cocoon of sleepiness rolls away and I greet the day with energy. That's the positive way to look at it. But sometimes, I wish that my days didn't unfold with things to do and instead just breathing, observing, practicing gratefulness. I guess when I'm 95 there will be time for that quality to emerge.