My Daily Act :: I really can’t remember the last time I layed in the grass (I think there was one time a couple of years ago… ). It seems like I should be doing a thousand other productive things. But the sun was shining, the breeze was mild, and the blanket that had been laid out was beckoning. Just laying there, eyes closed, listening to the sounds all around, feeling the warmth on my skin… breathing it all in. It felt luxurious and free spirited. I could feel the tension I have been holding in my shoulders transfer into the earth, melting away. My breathing slowed and deepened. The corners of my mouth curled slightly upward. If I’d been measuring, I’m sure my pulse and blood pressure decreased. I felt lighter and younger, physically and in spirit. Tell me, what could be more productive than that?