What do a 20-dollar bill, a thought and an image have in common?
Last night at Swirl just in conversation I said three cuss words – $60. Oh well, I’m trying but the jar is getting rich off my inability to turn off the cussing spout. Meanwhile, a while back I wrote that I’m trying to change my life a thought at a time. Well, during Mardi Gras I didn’t meditate once, but yesterday I finally did and it opened up my day because I was able to see things that I don’t normally stop and notice. I saw a butterfly drift by the backyard on my way up to my office; Tin and I watched a pelican dive bomb for a fish in the bayou; and I looked over at the countertop where I had just put some white baby roses in my mom’s white vase from Spain and thought, ahhh.
So $20 at a time I’m trying to curb my cussing habit. One thought at a time I’m trying to open up my mind space. And noticing at least one beautiful image a day is helping to improve my general joy.
