Thanks to the circus between my ears, I can seize upon the smallest disquieting observation and from it extrapolate a terror of cataclysmic proportions.
Not all or even most suffering is at the hands of fate; it befalls us at our invitation.
Sometimes waiting is the hardest thing.
I admit to having an imagination feverish enough to melt good judgment.
Without trust, there can be no tranquil resting of the mind.
A long walk and grooming with a well-mannered dog is a Zen experience that leaves you refreshed and in a creative frame of mind.