One mid-June morning, before dawn, sitting on an outside stone
bench in rural Mississippi cradling a cup of warm tea, I listened to a
beautiful Vietnamese chant, indecipherable, but accompanied by a huge bell, a tone
that penetrated the morning air and awakened my mindful self. As a teacher of mindfulness, I will always be
a student of mindfulness.
While many think that teachers have three months off during
the summer, they are often quite busy. In my first few...
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