I think this'll get your full attention. Really clear your mind for a Slower Sunday. Press Play and watch a hive mind at work. A nest mind. A single mind, with many bodies. Then relax, knowing that so many are taking care of business while you rest.
Then the egg. Boil the stock. Then slowly, very slowly, drizzle in the egg. Gaze into the pot. This has to be the most entertaining bowl of soup around. Press Play for a little Sunday Psychedelia. Prepare yourself for the Chinese New Year.
I'm not talking about Beyonce at half time. I'm talking about Poas. The old volcano everyone knows by its first name. At the center of Costa Rica. So big you could put five stadiums in its crater. A real force of nature.
I know I shouldn't get too close to the edge up here. But that's where the view is. You don't really get to see down the canyon unless you go over to the edge. Press Play. Have a slowly exciting Sunday.
Here in Bryce Canyon, the eyes have it. And the canyon has you. Press Play. Give your eyes a minute.
Don't bother looking for a trailhead marker for that waterfall they say's a mile or so down the beach. Press Play for a one-minute vacation from too much signage and not enough beauty.
No cell phone service out here. No internet. No email or Facebook. Imagine. The big disconnect. You're off the hook. Couldn't send a cell phone picture of this. Not right then. So just be here. Or there. Now. Press Play.
C'mon, you know the tune. Sing along. Out loud. Or to yourself. Of course, it's meant for out loud group singing. With friends who won't be forgotten. Especially if you stay in touch with them. Which isn't as Yogi Berra-like as it sounds.
It's that time of year when everything conspires to make you think about time. But I have to admit, I'm thinking less about time and more about sand. In a couple of weeks, that's where my toes'll be. Press Play to make your toes jealous.
I'm in awe of the these places. Acutely aware of just briefly passing through. Really appreciative to be able to do just that here in 2018