I find myself thinking of Patrick Kearney whenever the temporary peace of a retreat vanishes and the mundane weight of emails, dishes, and daily stress demands my focus. It is past 2 a.m., and the stillness of the home feels expectant. Every small sound—the fridge’s vibration, the clock’s steady beat—seems https://landenjzjsg.mybjjblog.com/patrick-kearney-and-the-discipline-of-mindfulness-in-everyday-life-not-just-on-retreats-51313673