Welcome to Friday!
Sometimes I think my four year old son is a Bodhisattva, back to teach the rest of us how to reach enlightenment. He says things like:
"When I wish upon this star, it is really an angel, and sometimes I like to hear my own dreams because I can fly like an angel even though I don't have wings..."
He likes to meditate. (But, only if he can do it curled up under a blanket on the couch with his eyes closed.)He loses himself in yoga and Pilates. (Mostly because he likes to look at people from between his legs and roll around like a ball.)
And today I am being treated to an invigorating chant. Let me bring you into my morning.
Visualize a peaceful place...
Then yell as loud as you can, I mean "chant", for 17 minutes straight:
I have no idea. I don't even ask anymore.