This morning the garden really wanted me to stay and play. In the crisp misty air the light was – well – just beautiful. I didn’t stay. I went off to work. I trudged. Snail-like. The way I used to trudge off to school. Nothing really changes, even when everything changes.
At lunch time the weather was perfect. Warm and sunny, with the slight autumnal edge. I was feeling sad. I’ve spent the morning stuck in the office. When how many perfect days do we get in our lives? I mean really perfect. When the air smells sweet with adventure, and there’s a tension in the atmosphere like there’s something more interesting happening just around the corner. Over the next hill. A day to explore…
Every day.
Manifesto
01. Every day is a fresh new day.
05. Every day is now. The present moment.
23. Every day retain your personal power. It belongs to you. No one else.
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