There’s so much external noise, sometimes it’s hard to hear myself think. Lately, I’ve been trying to make some space.
Before I knew it, the weekend I’d been anticipating for so long had finally arrived. I was on a plane to Chicago for the 2014 Mindfulness Meditation Retreat, organized by Michele Gaspar, to see old friends and meet some new ones.
I’d forgotten my iPhone in the front seat of the truck, which meant my husband had to turn around and drop it off to me at the train station. As he passed me the phone, he said “You’re going to work on your mindfulness this weekend, right?”. Yeah.
Off to pursue another adventure, I pulled my car up to the US Customs booth.
“Where are you going?”, the officer asked.
My worlds are colliding.
Family. Friends. Work. Yoga. I have a tendency to keep these parts of my life separate, in that they don’t seem to mingle much. For some reason, I don’t tend to mix them all together into one big jumble. I’m not opposed to it. Maybe it’s happened because I’m a little introverted and prefer to keep certain things to myself.