It is evening. I am in my customary spot, at the kitchen counter. Knife in hand, I allow my mind to wander, following first one TRAIN of thought and then another. It helps me, as I continue to MINCE the onion, to settle into a meditative rhythm. I find this to be restorative, restful even, the movement soothing any irritability or frustrations from the day. I am able to avoid a SINGE or a burn, a drop or a break: I remain present in the moment. After a neverending BINGE of news and notifications, emails and postings, this routine is essential to my well-being. A daily practice that I keep, as faithful as any monk in a monastery.

Georg’ann

A new season has arrived.
Yesterday the wind took a WALTZ through the trees,
sending leaves swirling in dances of their own.
Watching the performance requires no ticket, no MONEY.
We sat on a park BENCH enjoying theater in the round.
Eventually the air turned chilly.
We made our way home, curling up on the couch,
settling in for a Masterpiece Theater BINGE.
An ease to the day, enveloped in soft moments.

Heather