Guess.What.Day.It.Is?



Yoga Morning. More yoga pictures here. Sunrise photos here. And another banger of a Time lapse of twilight to sunrise here.

Notes:

  • DK Photo. Twilight. 5:15 a.m.. 57° F. May 28, 2025. Cove Island Park. Stamford, CT
  • Post Title: Background on Caleb/Wednesday/Hump Day Posts and Geico’s original commercial: Let’s Hit it Again.

Hmmmmm…

Of his 16 daily waking hours, Deepak Chopra spends four or five meditating. He never gets bored, he said, and he never experiences stress. His only vice is an addiction to yoga. “I’m happy all the time,” said Chopra, 78…

“The people who say they don’t have time, they’re not busy, they’re just scattered. If you’re present, there’s no fatigue. As soon as you think of what’s next, there’s fatigue. As soon as you think “I shouldn’t have done that,” there’s fatigue…”

“I don’t get stressed…”

“Pleasure is overrated…”

“I’m enjoying myself all the time. I don’t have to do anything special…”

Deepak Chopra, interviewed by Lane Florsheim in “Deepak Chopra Doesn’t Believe You’re Too Busy to Meditate” (wsj.com, November 18 2024)

Monday Morning Wake-Up Call


Photo:  christine frick with  sonnengruss (Sun Salute 2011) (via Newthom)

I have packed my bags, I am out of here. Gone.

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I have had it with perfection.
I have packed my bags,
I am out of here.
Gone.

As certain as rain
will make you wet,
perfection will do you
in.

It droppeth not as dew
upon the summer grass
to give liberty and green
joy.

Perfection straineth out
the quality of mercy,
withers rapture at its
birth.

Before the battle is half begun,
cold probity thinks
it can’t be won, concedes the
war.

I’ve handed in my notice,
given back my keys,
signed my severance check, I
quit.

Hints I could have taken:
Even the perfect chiseled form of
Michelangelo’s radiant David
squints,

the Venus de Milo
has no arms,
the Liberty Bell is
cracked.

~ Father Kilian McDonnell, “Perfection, Perfection” from Swift Lord, You Are Not 


Notes: Photo by Ravshaniya (Uzbekistan) (via Mennyfox55 and Avax.news)

Saturday Morning

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Inhalation.
Exhalation.
Each breath a “yes,”
and a letting go,
a journey,
and a coming home.

~ Danna Faulds, “Breath of Life” from Go In and In:  Poems from the Heart of Yoga


Notes: Photo – Purvi Joshi with Tired Rapunzel