A master in the Art of Living
draws no sharp distinction
between his work and his play;
his labor and his leisure;
his mind and his body;
his education and his recreation.
He hardly knows which is which.
He simply pursues his vision of excellence
through whatever he is doing,
and leaves others to determine whether he is
Working or Playing.
To himself he always appears to be doing both.
Lawrence Pearsall Jacks
These trees overlook the bay in Port Townsend, Washington.
I was there last week visiting my sister, walking the beach, doing yoga, Nia and browsing the lovely town.