Mindfulness, for example, living moment by moment, gets easier. It’s a matter of survival.
Rebecca and I are visiting her daughter, Emily, and family in Marblehead, Massachusetts, for granddaughter Sivan’s Bat Mitzvah.
Oh, to be 13 again. Or maybe not.
Two days ago, the morning after we arrived, I slipped on the first photo step from the kitchen to the hallway where the guest bedroom resides. Mind you, I didn’t fall but missed the step as my eye was on the door to our room.
Yesterday, I overlooked a similar footfall between the kitchen and the living room because I was watching the window, where I could see the new house going up next door.
Today, Emily asked me to carry two cardtable chairs from the basement to the dining room.
Before greedily grasping two, I reconnoitered the enemy territory, observing handrails on opposite sides, and adjusted accordingly.
Sigh.
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