Gnawing at bones

For me, gnawing at the flying bone includes reading all I can about being a pilot. And re-reading. Sure do learn a lot from re-reading the classics. “Pursue, keep up with, circle round and round your life as a dog does his master’s chaise. Do what you love. Know your own bone; gnaw at it, bury it, unearth it, and gnaw it still.” Quote from an 1848 letter, from Thoreau to Blake.

Few of us ever . . .

“Few of us ever live in the present. We are forever anticipating what is to come or remembering what has gone.” Louis L’Amour.   This is well known. And now we know the cure— meditation.   (Original picture 2015 by Cpl. Brittney Vito, U.S. Marine Corps.)