Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

The call.

April 20, 2018

 

The bitch of it is, there is no control. Not really. There are disruptions far beyond our foresight that no amount of catastrophic thinking and worrying and anticipating can, well, anticipate. So why do we do it? In this moment, are we in the worst-case-scenario? Most likely, no. And if we're honest--how often has that worst-case-etc. come about? Once? Maybe? Twice? 

 

In all the experiences of all of our days, that's not much to get worked up about. 

 

And yet, we do. 

 

The cure for this madness is simple and portable (and therefore completely forgettable for most of us)--the breath. Just this inbreath. Then, just this outbreath. The mind wanders, gently call it back. This inbreath. This outbreath. This not-worst-case-scenario moment. This ease. 

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