I could put rocks in my bowl for each of you, hehe. Since I quit praying I have a bowl with a little rock that represents each person I want to send encouragement or positive juju to. I rattle them now and again. I know it is hokum but it makes me feel better.
I too am guilty of that particular kind of woo. Since I was a little kid I've loved pretty rocks, and back when I lived in Montreal and went to the Dow Planetarium with My family we'd stop at the souvenirs and I'd bring home a sample of something -- Iron pyrite, rose quartz, volcanic rock. Last time I heavily engaged in New Age-type collecting, before I came to My senses
I amassed about 15 pounds of semi-precious stones and kept them in a huge glass bowl. I've since downsized, giving away over half the collection to a friend who also likes pretty rocks, but in My living room I have a smaller bowl with the best of the best.
Getting back on topic, fitness is an ongoing struggle as I get older. I have knee and foot problems, including arthritis in the mid-foot that makes walking painful, so a stationary bike or swimming are really My only viable options for long sessions of aerobics. I am working a bit with body-weight exercises like pushups and squats, and just fitting sets in wherever I can during the day. (I work at a desk job, and stretch breaks are strongly encouraged.)
The problem comes when I compare Myself to how I was 20-30 years ago, when I was super-active with martial arts, yoga and weight training. I know it's a grossly unfair comparison, because that way of life was flippin' insane
- Training 6-7 days a week didn't translate into improved quality of life, as most of the time I was too tired to find time for other things I wanted to do. It's all about finding a balance, challenging yourself at a reasonably high level without wreaking havoc on body or mind.