Today, I reached my ideal goal of 14,000 steps in a day…
… doing things I love doing…
… leading the life I want to lead…
… living life how I dream of living it…
What a day. (!!!)
Now, to make more and more of these, so that their frequency becomes daily.
I know I can do it, and, based on how today felt and went – natural, easy, comfortable taking care of myself when needed yet welcomed in serving others with talents that dwell within me – I can feel already how this life is fast approaching and will be here.
The question is merely a matter of just how long its journey takes.
ASAP, for sure, because I’m just about ready for these daily 14,000-step days! 😛
Sometimes, it really is the small, mundane things that gives us the most value in life, should we choose to do them with intention and focus…
Washing a pile of dishes…, folding the laundry…, cleaning out the towel fuzz that has ended up in my brush…, making the bed with fresh sheets…
These are the places where a mindful, intentional, meditative action becomes infinitely more than just a simple task of keeping house, but puts us in touch with the universe, the Divine, that dwells somewhere within.
Tomorrow, I will be looking for and, hopefully, obtaining kimonos and yukatas. I hope the endeavor is successful. I shall report back most likely, no matter the result.
My life, while normal to me, I think is kind of ridiculous.
Sometimes it really is the little things that count the most. Today, I did some wonderfully awesome things. I attended art class and mused over some amazing charcoal and pencil still-lifes coming to life; I taught traditionally silent and impassive kids to play charades, and to enjoy it; I played a bit of charades with some of those kids; I had lunch with a happy group of girls, while sitting barefoot in the wonderful and warm sunlight outdoors; I attended a master class on operatic vocal performance; I was given a private lesson in my first round of drawing with charcoal, and I did a decent job drawing; I had another personal lesson on how properly to put on a yukata and a kimono, and then did the yukata all by myself; I had tea and dinner with friends and acquaintances, and was given free amazing stuff to take home with me.
And yet, with all of that, the part f the day that stands out most to me, possibly as most fulfilling, even, was when I found myself spontaneously sitting on the floor with the two girls who had been teaching me to draw with charcoal, literally breaking bread together. We were sitting and chatting and munching on a shared loaf of bread that we occasionally dipped in a bit of Bonne Mamman, enjoying ourselves completely. We were silly and exhausted, and entirely content in one another’s company. We knew we only had a short time for this little pause in the ever-forward movement of the day and its activities, and it was beautiful and blissful. (And, funnily enough, it all happened, because the one girl had shown me her moldy bread earlier that she was using as a sort of eraser on her charcoal drawing, and I realized that I happened to have a fresh loaf of bread in my bag later on.)