Twice this week, I was walking away from something when I changed my mind and went back. Last night, after meditation at Tibet House, I stopped at Souen for Mu tea and a quick bite to eat, and eyed a muffin at the counter as I left. I made it halfway down the block before I decided it was worth cold hands holding the bag on my long walk home and returned. And now, as I sit down to breakfast, the anticipation of pleasure makes it seem doubly so! It was enough to remind me to pull out a little plate I bought on the Île Saint-Louis in Paris years ago. It caught my eye as we passed a shop and I insisted on going back. I knew it was mine.
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On Intuition
Twice this week, I was walking away from something when I changed my mind and went back. Last night, after meditation at Tibet House, I stopped at Souen for Mu tea and a quick bite to eat, and eyed a muffin at the counter as I left. I made it halfway down the block before I decided it was worth cold hands holding the bag on my long walk home and returned. And now, as I sit down to breakfast, the anticipation of pleasure makes it seem doubly so! It was enough to remind me to pull out a little plate I bought on the Île Saint-Louis in Paris years ago. It caught my eye as we passed a shop and I insisted on going back. I knew it was mine.
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