After the morning fog cleared during my meditation, I went out to the backyard to enjoy breakfast in the crisp sunshine. I’ve been practicing mindfulness for some time now and lately it’s begun to wash over me independent of my breath-by-breath coaxing. Slowly, I ate a bite of oatmeal, savoring its creamy texture and innate sweetness. I took in a few slices of steamed zucchini, put down the spoon and chewed, eyes closed, facing the sun.
Opening my eyes, I peered into the bowl. The squash was such a soft green, so pretty. I looked closer and