Meandering paths

“In a beautiful short story, the Nobel laureate Rabindranath Tagore describes the meandering paths between villages in India. SkippingĀ along, guided by their imaginations or a winding stream, a detour to a beautiful outlook, or stepping around a sharp rock, barefoot children wove zigzag trails through the countryside. When they grew older, got sandals, and began carrying heavy loads, the routes became narrow, straight, and purposeful.”

Frank Ostaseski, The Five Invitations

When last did you take your shoes off and walk barefoot?

None of us get out of here alive…

Acceptance of our mortality sharpens our focus on being present and enjoying every day. We secretly think we will live forever and bow out when it suits us. That’s the ego telling us we are in control.

We have a limited time in our body. We are all going die. Let that sink in.

Taste the coffee, smell the air, breath deeply and savor every day as it were your last. The acceptance of death increases our day to day joy. What a paradox!