As summer winds down and uncertainty lingers, mindfulness is not my default. More often than I care to admit, I catch myself reaching for emotional junk food -- catastrophizing, complaining, numbing, reacting. I’m craving the equivalent of carbs for my brain.
Read MoreI was soaking up the remnants of good conversation with a colleague and the welcome mat of the Elk Refuge bathed in morning sunlight, waving over my shoulder as he ducked into his office entrance at the hospital. The reflection of my dogs’ wagging tails caught my eye in a window as we worked our way around the building; I stopped short, and my smile evaporated.
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