So often we are rushed. Rushed to do our work.  Rushed to make better use of our time.  Rushed to finish a project.  Rushed to finish work so we can rush home and rush around before going to bed.

Today, amid the rushing of others, I took a few moments for lunch. I was by myself in the kitchen area.  The world outside the windows looked bright and calm, belying the temperature of the unseasonably cool late summer.  Having read most of an interesting book on mindfulness,  I applied a bit of mindfulness to my lunch.  I concentrated and tasted every bite.  It was a homemade sandwich dutifully warmed up in the toaster oven.  It was delicious.  It was Perfect.