My husband and I just returned from five glorious days in Bermuda. All we did was sleep, eat, lounge by the pool, nap (him), and spa (me). We just luxuriated in the self-centeredness of being childless for an entire work-week.

Often, when we're moving quickly from one thing to the next, we don't really see what's around us in the way that we do when we're traveling. It seems this quality of attention is one of the first things we lose when our days fill up with commitments and activities.

There have been a number of people and books raising awareness of the importance of cultivating greater mindfulness for the purpose of healing great stress, anxiety, depression, addiction, chronic pain and even creating great joy.

The space between the notes, the pauses between the cuts and the transitions between postures shows that it is action as well as inaction that define our work and our world.

With a meditative mind we can turn something like grocery shopping, which we might have thought of as a chore, into an adventure.

Neither mind nor heart are bound to any particular place--they seem to be with us where ever we go. So by extension, home must always be with us too.