This morning I restarted my morning chair yoga exercise routine. This morning I restarted morning meditation. Two things I notice: I have a pleasant gentle ache in various muscles from the stretching exercise, I did not hear the tinnitus in my ears while focused on breathing. These came to me as I sat across the room to revisit that short experience and my sense of time passing so slowly dissipated while I did these activities. My timer seemed to announce completion after a mere ten milliseconds instead of minutes from when I started it.

Time compressed. Where am I going? What am I hunting for?

Good health and peace in my soul is my spontaneous answer to the second question. Does going mean physically moving and travel to somewhere? Or is it internal? Some of each? Neither?

When Cheryl was still alive and with me here at home, I began to worry that my own health and well being suffered because I was totally focused on her health, what she ate, how much she ate, her mobility, her balance, her attention, her memories, her perception, her moods, her bowel urges. I rejected concern for myself.

Much of that concern then is useful for me now. Now I am focused on my health, what I eat, how much I eat, my mobility, my balance, my attention, my memories, my perception, my moods, my bowel urges. I think older folks focus too much on bowel urges. At the same time it seems important to note what foods that used to be favorites no longer seem to be tolerated as well as they once were.

When Cheryl was still here I began and kept up for many months an early morning routine of chair yoga. I bought a book. (I am always hunting for the manual.) I found the book back this morning after I finished my ten minute scheme to start. The exercises are simple and directions have illustrations. (YouTube has plenty of these but as soon as one gets into the zen, the calm, the mood, some extra-volume political message appears and phffst, just like that zen is destroyed. For an unreasonable sum, YouTube is ad free.)

Facebook shows me advertisements for an app with some 90-something guy with great abs doing chair exercises too. Those are amusing and laughable and less obnoxious and quieter. Welcome to the world of zen and social media.

I am not hunting for perfect abs. I remain uninterested in protein shakes.

I am interested in losing a little weight because my pants would be a bit looser. Most of that weight is hiding out on the front of me. I see it every day in the mirror.

I like meat. Meat has protein and tastes much better than a protein shake. Peanuts, nuts, eggs, oats, seeds and wheat have protein and all of those taste better than a protein shake. If it isn’t broccoli or celery, there is some protein in it. Broccoli has better taste than a protein shake.

Where am I going? That remains to be seen and felt. I strive to find a deeper meaning within myself.

For most of the spring and summer months I found something in pedaling my bike along the bike paths around town. I found an inner peace. I learned to focus over time on the piece of the trail immediately in front of me. I looked far ahead only to anticipate obstacles and plan maneuvers around them.

I returned to our church. Cheryl was much better at religion than I am. I am more questioning. I returned to church not for the religiosity. I returned for the community. I sit in a different place. (Everyone seems to have their place in a church.) Cheryl had a place that she liked to sit and of course I sat with her. I sit in a different place now. Just me.

I am going toward the next thing. That thing is right in front of me. It is not way out in the distance.

“Winter is coming”, says the head knight staffing the wall in Game of Thrones. It is indeed. Prepare for it. Dress for it. Do not be anxious. Anxiety serves no purpose.

Carpe Diem.