Turtle slowly speaks and says to breathe, to know what it feels like to always be at home (for indeed, you can carry it with you), and to feel each blade of grass as we walk upon it. Meditation in action...
Read MoreHe was running late.
Again.
I stood there, leaning against the car, fuming.
I was proud of myself for not yelling (yet), and for doing all I could to help him get ready (even though it wasn't my job).
But as I glanced at my watch again and again, I just kept getting angrier. He knew what time we had to leave! What are they going to think if we are late? Why should I have to be the one to deal with the consequences of his actions??
This is what mornings are often like in our home.
