When You Miss What’s in Plain Sight

I’m still sitting five minutes a day. Well, not quite every day; I’ve missed a few sits here and there. But most afternoons, sometime between four and five,I sit for five minuteson the park bench alongside the walking path. It still feels a bit awkward. Josie looks over her shoulder at me from time to time, as if to inquire, “Remind me again why we are just sitting here?” But ever so slowly I am settling into this practice.

Even though my general surroundings don’t vary much from day to day...