As much as my soul is quenched by learning and exploring, it equally treasures a silent abyss where I can read for the joy of reading. I devour the smell and feel the delicate moth-like pages turn. I become the words and images. I am the book.
This explains why, in the past, I’ve played the parental figure in most of my relationships, or why I enjoy shooting the shit with the elderly patrons that frequent my neighborhood café.
Each moment that any of us (and I mean any of us) sit in meditation, say a prayer, practice Yoga, count a mala or rosary bead, or even, simply take a mindful breath while skateboarding, hiking, making love or rocking out at a concert, truly benefits all beings.