Stories

No story told - and the path leads

only to a quiet

mind

~

Allow things to simply be. A hill is not measured by effort to reach its summit but by the length of beauty that's extended. Beauty is not a story. It simply is. It's the mind that searches for a contrast. Distance is a story. Our steps know motion. They know rest. How far is just a belief offered to the body. We are free to accept and free to deny. Certainly we grow tired. The body is finite in its resources. Rest as needed. Eat. Drink. Care for both mind and body. Here's the thing about stories: they are neither false nor true. They are simply a narrative - commentary told by mind. Who are they told too? Who is listening? That's the secret.

Peace,

Eric