In today’s installment of what’s beautiful, I only first found what was broken, until I caught a fleeting glimpse of what laid beneath. My son’s hair a rat’s nest, but shining through were those mischievous chocolate eyes. My daughter sitting on the car seat, a tired and irritable mess of not wanting to go to camp,
“You awake? :)))” “Yes!” “Do you have the energy for me to unload some of my crazy on you? :)))” “Yes!” And so our text exchange began, the type of long drawn out texting that unfolds late at night, when there is so much to release, and kids’ perky ears still awake and within earshot.
For the most part, I have always considered it a good thing to “hustle.” The very word conjures up images of burning the midnight lamp, working through and around obstacles, and rising to the top one hard earned step at a time. I think of my parents, physician immigrants from India, who had to re-do
I recently took a six week mindfulness course with the wonderful Cayce Howe. He started and ended the course with two pearls of wisdom that stay with me. At the end of the first class, he assigned all of us a simple homework assignment: take one mindful breath per day. And at the end of