Monday.–
I spoke with a friend about mindfulness last evening.
Today several things showed up in various on-line forums I frequent, referring to this very topic.
And so at 3.45 p.m. today I sat down on my porch swing, closed my eyes, and listened. To the squirrels playing. To the leaves rustling in a gentle breeze. To the sound of the porch swing. To the occasional car passing by. To an inner voice too.
Thirty minutes later, one would have thought I’d had a yoga session or something. All seemed aligned and better.
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