“Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved. The warmth, the security and peace of soul, the utter comfort from the touch of the other, knits the sleep, so that it takes the body and soul completely in its healing.”—D.H. Lawrence, Sons and Lovers
Dad always said i was a vagabond. Having recently moved to Seattle (again, it’s the second time) i tend to agree with him for a change. I am a vagabond. It keeps me on my toes and out of ruts and therefore not bored with life, being single at my advanced age is a precursor to boredom. I don’t worry about stuff anymore, i just like living day to day. Have a full time job when I should be thinking about retirement. The end of life is coming and I can see it and it doesn’t bother me now that I’m back in the NW. I am not afraid of death as other people are, perhaps because I’ve been there already and know it to be peaceful in that it’s a big nothing. I’m not being morbid so much as practical, death is not a thing that occupies my mind much. My birthday is Friday the 13th this year as it has been many times before. It’s just another day. I am happy.
“If you meditate regularly, even when you don’t feel like it, you will make great gains, for it will allow you to see how your thoughts impose limits on you. Your resistances to meditation are your mental prisons in miniature.”—Ram Dass (via cosmofilius)
“My story isn’t sweet and harmonious like invented stories. It tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie to themselves.”—Hermann Hesse (via ontheedgeofdarkness)
“Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself.”—Henry Miller (via emergentpattern)