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Back to the Routine

Day 253

Today was back to my routine. It is so easy to fall back into old habits and justify it all — tying it up in a beautiful little package. My determination eventually wins out. I want to stay on a healthy path.

It was a nice 69° F this morning with a light breeze. Perfect walking weather. I tried to do a mental walking meditation, but I found too many distractions walking with someone else. Walking meditation will wait until I strike out alone.

Summer is not my favorite season. I do love a good thunderstorm, but the last two weeks have been fairly dry. Most of the flowers have long ceased blooming, except for a few. Even the birds are less active in the heat of the day.

The garden is still flourishing, but we are watering it daily. I have a cucumber almost ready to pick. Lucky for me, hubby does not like cucumbers. Along with tomatoes, cucumber sandwiches are one of my favorite summer lunches.

 

Last night we stopped at a roadside farm stand and picked up the first South Carolina peaches of the year. They are not fully ripe, but in a few days, they will be ready to eat. Maybe I can add some sliced peaches to my morning cereal.

What I’m Pondering

I still find myself sometimes fighting things I really want to do. Why is that? I get so enthusiastic about things but as the day approaches, I find myself trying to talk myself out of the very thing I was pursuing. Fear of failure? Feeling undeserving? What the heck?

Definitely worth meditating about.

What Stuck With Me

On our artist studio tour this weekend, I discovered a piece of art inspired by by a song written by eden ahbez (all lower case) called “Nature Boy”. The story of abhe, as he was known to friends, and this song is a very in interesting read. The song was originally recorded by Nat King Cole.

When I came home, I looked the song up on YouTube, It has a haunting feel to it which sticks with me.

Over the years, it has been recorded by artists Natalie Cole, Michael Jackson, and David Bowie among others. I am no John Holton, but this song deserves a better tribute than I can give it.

That’s my Monday morning. I hope Monday is being kind to you.