I really enjoy working out. Usually. But some days, not so much. Some days the Washington Post and a second cup of tea beckon to me like Sirens from a rocky shore. “Stay with us,” they sing, “stay with us, for just a while longer, just until any idea of exercising for the day has passed, and you can forego that foolish, feel-good nonsense. Staaaaaaaayyyyy.” Something like that. They can be very persuasive. And so some days, I feel like this about the whole workout routine…
But an attitude adjustment begins with just getting out the door. Good things await.
Today I will share with you two of my favorite things…photos, and quotes.
Here are some of the sites I see out on the trail, or walking around town…
I see my path, but I don’t know where it leads. Not knowing where I’m going is what inspires me to travel it.
Rosalia de Castro
Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away.
Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.
Some quit due to slow progress never grasping the fact that slow progress…is progress.
People will come Ray. They’ll come to Iowa for reasons they can’t even fathom. They’ll turn up your driveway not knowing for sure why they’re doing it. They’ll arrive at your door as innocent as children, longing for the past. Of course, we won’t mind if you look around, you’ll say. It’s only $20 per person. They’ll pass over the money without even thinking about it: for it is money they have and peace they lack. And they’ll walk out to the bleachers; sit in shirtsleeves on a perfect afternoon. They’ll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they’ll watch the game and it’ll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick they’ll have to brush them away from their faces. People will come Ray. The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it’s a part of our past, Ray. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again. Oh… people will come Ray. People will most definitely come.
- From Field Of Dreams
The only way that we can live, is if we grow. The only way that we can grow is if we change. The only way that we can change is if we learn. The only way we can learn is if we are exposed. And the only way that we can become exposed is if we throw ourselves out into the open. Do it. Throw yourself.”
― C. JoyBell C.
I ask people why they have deer heads on their walls. They always say because it’s such a beautiful animal. There you go. I think my mother is attractive, but I have photographs of her. ― Ellen DeGeneres
Come forth into the light of things. Let nature be your teacher.
He who knows best knows how little he knows.
When my mother and father came [to America] they could not speak the language. They had no skills. They had one thing, a willingness to give labor. But it had to be at the lowest level. My father was literally, a ditch digger in New Jersey, literally…That struggle to live with dignity is the real story of the shining city, and it’s a story, ladies and gentlemen, that I didn’t read in a book, or learn in a classroom. I saw it, and lived it, like many of you. I watched a small man with thick calluses on both hands work 15 and 16 hours a day. I saw him once literally bleed from the bottoms of his feet, a man who came here uneducated, alone, unable to speak the language, who taught me all I needed to know about faith and hard work by the simple eloquence of his example. I learned about our kind of democracy from my father. And I learned about our obligation to each other from him and from my mother. And that they were able to build a family and live in dignity and see one of their children go from behind their little grocery store in South Jamaica on the other side of the tracks where he was born, to occupy the highest seat in the greatest state of the greatest nation in the only world we know, is an ineffably beautiful tribute to the democratic process.
I will end here, because Mario Cuomo just made me cry.
America might not be perfect, but it’s pretty great. Right?
And my life might not be perfect either, but it’s pretty damn good. (I just made myself laugh writing “might not.” Ha. I mean, seriously, who has a perfect life? But perfection would be boring anyway. Screw perfection. At 51 I’m just trying to accept life for what it is… a grand adventure through unknown territories.
There’s a lot of beauty in ordinary things. Isn’t that kind of the point? Pam, from The Office