Feed your brain and body better ingredients and better experiences.
Don’t lose sight of stars. The horizon. The patience and magic that rolls a cloud into a whale, a penguin, a buffalo.
Pick up a book. Dedicate yourself to one page a day. Remove yourself from the narrative you’ve created and discover another.
Remember, there are invisible curative properties in autumn’s early morning air. So, get out. Walk your neighborhood, your property, a trail. Look at the ground—always there, holding you. Waiting. Even when you have risen thousands of feet thinking you’ve conquered gravity.
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