Mila
@RealWiseWords
A sweet return to the good ol’ things
There are days when I do absolutely nothing impressive. I read, I nap, I eat good bread, I stretch my legs in the sun. And somehow it feels like I cracked the code to happiness
For the longest time, it feels like I have been trying to make sense of life but now I see there is no sense to be made, only life to be lived
In some traditions, if you went to a medicine person or shaman complaining of sickness, they didn't prescribe anything right away. They'd ask, "When did you stop dancing? When did you stop singing? When did you stop telling stories?" ..says a lot about what healing used to mean
I'm convinced half of life's joy comes from having the right little snacks on hand. The other half is who you share them with
a roast beef sandwich with pecorino cheese, citrus aioli, semi-dried tomato and arugula. Just perfect
slowing down isn't a step backwards it's the essence of living
being borderline delusional that everything is working out for you is possibly the most powerful frequency on earth
Nothing more deeply human than finishing a meal, swearing you couldn't eat another thing, then saying "i just want a bite of something sweet"
One of the most tender acts of love is making a snack plate for someone and handing it to them without a word. Just here, take this. I thought of you
It's counterintuitive to count your calories when you haven't counted your blessings
Every health book ever written could've just said: "Sleep. Sunlight. Real food. Go outside. Be loved." We would've saved centuries
When you look up at the stars and the moon and realize how small you are, how vast it all is, and what a miracle it is to even be here, you start to appreciate life a little differently
