Journeys and Star Gazing

— A Reflection on Ritual, Movement, and Simplicity —

They say routine is for the dull. That repetition kills joy.

But I walk the same path most days.
I eat the same breakfast. The same lunch.
Not because I lack imagination—
But because I’ve discovered something deeper than novelty: peace.

Like a monk, I’ve shaped my days into a rhythm that nourishes me—body, mind, and soul.

My walk is not just exercise. It is prayer, presence, breath.
The push-ups, the step-ups, the planks—
I do them not to sculpt a body, but to stay strong enough
to meet each day with dignity.

No gym. No trainer. No expensive programs.
Just the floor beneath me, the open sky, a quiet will.
Fitness, it turns out, doesn’t have to cost anything—
Except a little care, a little attention, and a promise to keep showing up.

My meals are humble, yet full of life:
Bergen bread, peanut butter, olives, sardines, fruit.
No clutter. No indulgence.
Just what the body needs, offered with quiet thanks.

This way of living is not mechanical. It is devotional.

Each repeated action becomes a mudra—
A gesture of intention.
Each brisk step a heartbeat in the liturgy of the day.

In a world chasing noise, I walk in silence.
In a culture addicted to more, I live with less—
And find that less is more than enough.

Call it monk-like if you must.
To me, it is simply freedom.