Calo hun, life should be measured in little pleasures, little bites that dribble hunni, small sniffs of freshly mowed grass.... one little song of the bird that lives in the tree...
We rush so much to places, doing things that we don't sit still and look at the wonders around us. Just sitting. Breathing. Like a meditation without the concentration. Recharging our souls, our spirit, our minds... our bodies.
I want to share a little story of mindless sitting. I have a wooden swing under a bottle brush. Loads of little birds in summer and spring hangs from the red flowers taking gentle sips, irritating the cats (who love the tree) into a violent shiver of whiskers.
I sit there almost every evening after work, normally with a glass of wine. Sometimes i think. Sometimes i just sit and enjoy. On one such mindless time wasting afternoon, a butterfly darted around my head... large and dark, with blues colouring its soft wings. The next moment it landed on my glass... and to my amazement it lowered its proboscis into the dark red of my glass, and took a few sips. It flew off, and came back for more.
Mindless, non-productiveness? Unless that is all you do, there seems to be place for it in one's life
"Integrity" and "integer" both contain a Latin root meaning "whole; complete." The root sense, then, is that people may be said to be acting with integrity when their beliefs, words, and actions have a sense of unity or wholeness.
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