I’m a yoga teacher and I have a tendency to want to go knocking on my neighbors’ doors and ask them if they’ve heard the good news.
I’m on to something here. I’m pretty sure I’m right about this.
I’ve noticed that everybody else is pretty sure they’re right, too.
I think I heard somewhere once that any functioning system is sufficient unto itself. Something like that.
People who are getting by are … getting by.
You see me walking with a limp. I talk about my limp and the discomfort it gives me. I think about it a lot; send it energy. I go online and study up on it. I take it to the doctor and buy it medicine. Buy it a special shoe. I’m the guy with the limp. You think it’s my infirmity. It’s not. It’s my hobby.
The next time I want to help someone who hasn’t asked for my help, I think I’ll just hold the door for them. With love.