Mindful chocolate hardshell, please
As I was walking on 23rd Street to the PATH train after work, an elderly blind woman -- no dog, no cane -- strolled in the opposite direction, and she was simply enjoying her chocolate hardshell, vanilla ice cream cone. She & I happened to be passing the blind school where I usually bump into folks and their seeing dogs either taking a break from their activities or waiting to board a commuter van. For the next five minutes, I thoughtfully focused on how delightful that ice cream cone was for that woman. And I . . . delighted in the fact that we crossed paths. Thank you, Buddha Lady, for reminding me about the joys of taking to the pavement mindfully and indulging in simple pleasures too!
As I was walking on 23rd Street to the PATH train after work, an elderly blind woman -- no dog, no cane -- strolled in the opposite direction, and she was simply enjoying her chocolate hardshell, vanilla ice cream cone. She & I happened to be passing the blind school where I usually bump into folks and their seeing dogs either taking a break from their activities or waiting to board a commuter van. For the next five minutes, I thoughtfully focused on how delightful that ice cream cone was for that woman. And I . . . delighted in the fact that we crossed paths. Thank you, Buddha Lady, for reminding me about the joys of taking to the pavement mindfully and indulging in simple pleasures too!
