Henry Shukman

“I’d learned what the word 'happy' meant. It meant there was no weight in your belly, and if you asked yourself how you felt, the answer spontaneously came back: good.”
― Henry Shukman, One Blade Of Grass: Finding the Old Road of the Heart, a Zen Memoir

“He set off right away, glad of his boots, an old army pair. The leather had outlasted three complete sets of stitching. They were the most comfortable footwear he had ever known. There's no happiness like a good pair of boots, he thought as he walked. Boots, if they were just exactly right for you, changed the way you felt. In fact, there was no happiness like marching alone up a track towards evening in the desert. His limbs tingled. For a while he didn't care if he ever found what he was looking for, if he had to give it all up tomorrow. Nothing mattered but this march through the wide open air of the desert hillside.”
― Henry Shukman, The Lost City