hidden in plain view


I am writing at Panera this afternoon. I like it here because the buzz of activity helps me to focus. And yeah, the cinnamon crunch scones ain't bad, either. A few minutes ago, an older woman came and sat down alone at a table near me and started eating. That was unremarkable.

Things got interesting, however, when I noticed an older man ever so slowly shuffling toward her, carrying a very full tray. I thought she would jump up and help him with it, but she didn't even look in his direction, nor did she slow the pace of her eating one iota.

replacing meditation with quiet time

meditation is such a loaded word and concept for so many of us that it can feel like something we'll never succeed at doing.

so I decided to take it down a few notches to something I am 100% sure I can do, like this: