The windows were down, glove on your lap, jersey damp from sweat and dirt. You didn’t say much. The air did the talking. Just the sound of the road and the occasional grunt of exhaustion. You were tired in the good way.
Buddhism
Some fulfillment can’t be spoken. It’s just felt in the body.
Daily Takeaway
Let your body tell the truth of effort. You don’t need to narrate it.
Journal Prompt
When have you been quietly fulfilled?
What does good exhaustion feel like to you?
Honor the Small.
Respect the Moment.
Trust the Path.
