a different kind of luxury has touched me subtly and profoundly. it has been a salient reminder to feel the satisfaction and merriment in the long haul of life, the many tiny tasks that make up a day. i am remembering to enjoy the dish soap suds on my hands for instance before i put my pen to the page, to taste the piquant surprise of asian pear for appetizer, and, to rest. the world will still be there after sleep. a different kind of luxury has helped me be present. i have been sitting and watching my thoughts in the morning. stretching langorously. running with breath rhythm. cooking and savoring meals. accepting the relatively little money i have for the freedom that affords me. biking more than driving. playing more than working. maybe the stories and suggestions of the book already appealed to me before i even read them, but now that i have, they're helping give me that little jiggle into transcending the prosaic and mundane by doing prosaic and mundane things.
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