I walk into The Studio.  Been waiting for this for several days ever since the weekend went kablooey;  the fridge broke down (not the freezer, just the fridge….go figure), we found out the new and improved satellite TV upgrade doesn’t work for our tree-surrounded house, I broke my eyeglasses in a freak encounter with clear glass doors on the bookcase and the cat weighed in at a whopping 23 pounds requiring a diet that I don’t have time to monitor!  This week it was the fleas, not the elephants, that kept me on my mindfulness toes.

And then I walk into The Studio, that oasis of sanity containing soft pillows, calming candles, those amazing ginger chews (“Take one for the road!”), my most excellent instructor and lessons to be learned.  What makes this place so magical?  One hour to be, one hour to reflect, one hour to “mind meld” with my teacher, one hour to focus on myself.

One hour to realize that the lessons learned in this quiet space are not isolated to The Studio.  The seeds are planted and I take them (and that delish ginger chew) with me wherever I go.  “Accept and let go” seems like a tall order, but as a matter of fact, I didn’t freak out over the fridge food that spoiled, I was nice to the cable guy, I figured the broken glasses were a “meant to be” since I had a prescription for new lenses, and the cat?  He makes a terrific doorstop!

-Kathy B

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