Breaking up my routine seems to add enormously to my well-being. While I might not persuade my wife to let me go trekking in the Empty Quarter, even mild change can be very beneficial.
I had a curious sensation of fading, being absorbed into the background, while walking along a country lane in glorious winter sunshine.
Very occasionally one gets a glimpse of peace and today was one of those all too rare days.
If you are going to go to church, go alone and go when it is empty.
The modern trope would have it that you are what you eat, but the metaphor needs taking further.
I will never be able to resolve my unshakable disbelief in Christian dogma with the profound peace I find singing sacred classical music in an ancient English church with a good choir.
Happiness is only attainable once you recognize that everything just “is”.
What exquisite bitter-sweetness, an English autumn in the countryside.
I had a delightful morning over a cup of coffee with some acquaintances I had been meaning to get to know better.
…how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin…