A color photo of a wooden path

Today I’ve pondered what does peace look like for me when I am at war within myself?

I know there is a correlation between sitting and simply focusing on my breath and a greater ease in my waking hours. But I can’t even count seven full breaths without my thoughts taking over. That is how quickly I lose peace within.

Then the war within begins again. I used to be frightened of that war. Now I see that war as a path to awe and wonder.


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Diaries of a Grumpy Old Transman