I like visiting Leo Babauta’s blog, particularly when it’s been a long arduous week and I’m feeling a bit scattered and looking to relax and do some reading. Leo writes about cultivating simplicity in your life.
This morning a passage in his latest post caught my eye:
7. Treat an activity like a sacred ritual. This is the part I forget the most, but I’ve been getting better at remembering. Here’s the idea: every single thing we do can be done as an afterthought, like something you’re just getting through to get to something more important … or it can be elevated to something sacred, like performing sacred rites. Washing your hands? Take a moment to realize how much of a miracle this act is (many people don’t have water for basic hygiene), take a breath, and truly pay attention as you go through this sacred hand-washing ritual. Do your dishes the same way: every dish a miracle, every sensation elevated to a new importance, every drop of water a gem worth paying attention to. This applies to every activity: writing, responding to an email, listening to a friend, playing with your child, taking a shower, going for a walk, paying bills. Worthy of your full attention, worthy of joy and appreciation.
Earlier in Leo’s post he suggests eating and wearing the exact same thing every day, 2 of his 7 rules for simplicity.
I don’t know if I could follow such a strict regime.
My usual breakfast lately has been egg whites and steel cut oats with berries, which I love, but I don’t think I could eat that every day for 6 months straight. Once in a while it’s nice to have a few buttery French crepes stuffed with berries, yogurt, and maple syrup, or a Montreal style bagel slathered in cream cheese with some bacon on the side.
I won’t get all preachy, but will just say take these sorts of lifestyle prescription posts with a grain of salt.
What works for someone else, well, you know.
If Leo were to stumble upon this post I’d say check out Laird Hamilton’s words of wisdom, for instance point #10, which incidentally works great for me:
10. I have friends who eat healthier than anybody, but it takes them all day. And if they don’t have their sprouted bread, they go into a seizure. I can eat a Big Mac. I’m not going to love it, but it won’t put me into toxic shock. It’s like if a car is too high-performance, then it’s sensitive to any kind of fuel. I like being more like a truck. If a little diesel gets in there, maybe a little water, it’ll cough and burp a bit, but it’s gonna get through it and keep running.