The tiniest green frog I had ever seen jumped in front of my path on my way to my front door. It was half the size of my fingernail. The frogs are loud at night right in front of my building, and I stop to listen each time I pass. As I walked past a hostel on my way to work, a man was doing yoga at a open air entrance to a hostel just through an iron gate. His entire body, including nearly all of his face, was tattooed. There are cats that fight outside my window at night. It is very alarming and wakes me up every time.

David Whyte reminded me this morning:

“I began to realize that my identity depended not upon any beliefs I had … but my identity actually depended on how much attention I was paying to things that were other than myself…”