Why must we be so distracted? I’d much rather.      Notice. Listen. Attune. Instead we fall asleep. Or fall down. Distracted by the noise and the costumes and the bright lights. Dis-tract from dis-ease. I’d much rather notice the individual instruments that complement a composition and learn the tune. Embrace the lush fabrics that…

“routine is a ground to stand on, a wall to retreat to; we cannot draw on our boots without bracing ourselves against it.” ~Henry David Thoreau Can someone please, tell me what happened to May? For whatever reason, I thought that striving to be fully present in every moment would help me develop super vivid…