Here’s a thing I know: if you could keep your life as simple as a dog’s invitation to come out to play, you’d worry less and be much happier.
The art of play doesn’t allow for thinking that the grass is greener on the other side of the fence. Nor does it let you covet your neighbor’s … anything.
You are neither looking back with regret for what might have been nor are you trying to look ahead for glimpses of what might be.
You become suspended in the present moment, a graceful interlude where all that you are and hope to be meets. And, in that intersection of perfection, is everything that you’ll ever want or need.
It’s as plain as the nose on your face. [gplus count=”true” size=”Medium” ]