I have this story about myself about how, since I don’t practice “real” meditation, I not allowed to claim that I do the mindfulness thing. (As if there’s this omniscient, unseen Mindfulness Proctor who watches and evaluates us, right?) That story’s false, and it has been since at least sixteen. . . .Read the full post.
Maybe it really is as simple as just being present. Doing one thing at a time. Fully noticing that one thing. I’ve been thinking – by which I mean stressing and obsessing – about mindfulness lately. Presented a webinar, led a call, waded through countless posts online (new world record. . . .Read the full post.
I’ve visited the church where this driveway sign welcomes visitors every December for over a decade. Three trips each visit. Two rehearsals and a concert. In the dark. Often in the rain. Sometimes snow. Always during rush hour, wondering why the heck we call it rush hour, anyway, since it’s. . . .Read the full post.