My sense of entitlement to reality as I want it, not as it is, leads to frustration if I dwell on it too long rather than letting it pass through, knowing that all will change in just a few minutes.
When things seem chaotic, it helps to think small, and having the conundrum of too many cucumbers gave me a little problem that kindness and generosity easily solved.
This Bur Oak tree will keep on producing oxygen, taking in our carbon dioxide, and providing acorns and shelter to local squirrels and wildlife. It is a life giver, not a life taker.
The impermanence of clouds can give us perspective about the world and its troubles. I can’t stay focused on the hate, corruption, and cruelty without being consumed by it, wrung out and hopeless.
On our own, some jobs seem overwhelming, some problems seem more than we could handle. But everyone can do something, no matter how small.
I’m trying to read a book on my tablet, but I can’t quite concentrate on the words because a man five rows behind me is singing loudly, as if he is one of the Supremes backing up Diana Ross. I’m a little put off because I can’t concentrate on my book with this singing. Doesn’t he know the rules by heart like me?