One morning a week – Saturdays to be precise – I eat my morning’s breakfast un-distracted and un-hurried.
With the exception of this one meal per week, I eat accompanied by such things as music and/or my laptop.
On Saturday morning’s, however, I take the time to connect more deeply with the bounty of food I am so richly afforded.
I eat in silence, with posture upright and solid.
I inhale the many causes and conditions that factored into its being with every bite.
And in the span of my meal time, I am transported around the globe.
Then, with senses in full bloom, I re-embody myself and come back home, fresh and new.