One day in June, three months into the COVID pandemic, I decided to empty a back room in my basement. I knew that I had outgrown my need for possessions that had long been relegated to the unseen places of my home and my mind.
Author: Kathie Garrett
I am stretched out on the grass before a lake in a park near my house. It is late afternoon and this brief interlude provides a needed pause for wonder and reflection.
For the past few weeks, I have been engaged in a personal gastronomic mindful meditation. My intention is to restore trust in myself as an intuitive eater. How I came to doubt my ability to make healthy food choices is interesting.