It’s the Little Things

A female student came up behind me during the break and very discreetly let me know that my skirt was caught in my tights. She fixed it and smoothed down my skirt without ever drawing attention to what was happening, then went back to her seat.

I exchanged emails with a TRT™ classmate who wanted my scone recipe. She said, “I miss our little group already.” I was surprised to find myself admitting to myself and to her that I do, too.  I can’t remember the last time I was part of a group that bonded so deeply in such a short period.  We meet again 1/3 of the way through December for the last class and graduation.

Thanks to Supercook.com, I was able to turn the ingredients in my fridge and cupboard into a delicious supper last night: roasted portobello and zucchini sandwiches with parmigiana. (The veggies first marinated in balsamic and olive oil.)

All the Swedish Ivy on the window side of the table are blooming like mad and have been since October.

My issue of the Shambhala Sun came yesterday with a free sample issue of mindful: living with awareness and compassion.

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