I find myself thinking of Patrick Kearney whenever the temporary peace of a retreat vanishes and the mundane weight of emails, dishes, and daily stress demands my focus. It is past 2 a.m., and the stillness of the home feels expectant. Every small sound—the fridge’s vibration, the clock’s steady beat—seems https://cesarmioef.bloggactif.com/40601764/patrick-kearney-on-why-mindfulness-practice-must-continue-long-after-the-retreat-ends