Why is it that addicts can’t be addicted to good stuff?  I suppose there are some out there that do get the “spirit” and are stuck on good stuff, like religion or meditation. 

Ok, let me rephrase this: why can’t I get addicted to what’s good for me–like carrots and tai chi and meditation and vegetables and brown rice.  Geez.  Is it just my humanity, my personality, the seasons, the planets.  Or am I just really in a lazy time.

I used to avoid the word discipline, well, I guess I do still.  However hearing that a meaning of the word is “to remember what you love” gives me hope.  I remember I love the feeling after doing tai chi.  I remember that I love walking quietly in meditation.  I remember loving the work I do listening to others and seeing their divine spark within.

But then again.  I LOVE brownies with french vanilla bean ice cream, and carmel sauce.  Some how my little earthly mouth waters more over that than carrots.

Today I will remember what I love so to carve those taste memories for what feeds me, heals me, soothes me, comforts me for the whole day.  I choose to remember Her sweet check next to mine, Her soft giggle that reminds me this human life was my idea and to live in what I love with each breath.