Finding Your Mind
MINDFULNESS WAS always an elusive concept to me— here, then gone, like a wisp of smoke. You can’t catch it; before your hand is up, you’ve lost it. That hurt my head and aggravated me. Mindfulness, however, began to pop up frequently in my reading and conversations, and friends and colleagues made impressive claims for it (see “Your Mindful Day,” p. 80). So I decided to try again and set aside a few minutes every day for being mindful. Recently, a friend mixed me a nonalcoholic cocktail called a shrub, which combined a few ounces of a fruity syrup made from peaches, a dash each of cardamom and sugar, and a liberal dose of apple cider vinegar, blended into a tall, cool glass of sparkling water. Maybe it was the mindfulness on…