mindfulness
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My Favorite Flower Bed
Last winter, I scattered wildflower seeds along the side of our house.I imagined bright blooms dancing in the Oklahoma sunshine. I pictured a cheerful strip of color lining the walkway. Then I waited.Spring arrived, and my husband decided that area needed a little help. Not realizing I had already planted wildflower seeds months earlier, he
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The Morning I Didn’t Measure
This morning started quietly.I had been up for a while, baking cookies while the house was still asleep. No noise, no rush—just the rhythm of something simple.When I finished, I sat down by the window. It was slightly open, just enough for the breeze to slip in. Spring-soft air. Birds just beginning their morning song.I
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The Night I Stopped Starting Over
There were so many nights like that.I would reach the end of the day still hungry, or maybe not physically hungry but just… unsatisfied. So I would eat more. Sometimes a little. Sometimes a lot. And almost every time I would tell myself the same thing.Tomorrow I will start again.Sometimes it was Monday. Sometimes it