When I went to Italy a few years ago, I spent a bit of time observing the local morning coffee routine. Italians leaned on the cappuccino bar counter, lingering, chatting, slurping their espresso in two refined gulps…and then moving on. The entire transaction took no more than a minute or two. Yet connection was made and relationships and community built through brief yet purposeful conversation.
Is intention more important than time? This is the question I’m sitting
I watched it mindlessly as it waved gently in the breeze of the coming storm. I was sitting in the tuk-tuk on the way to the train station. There was traffic at the stop sign so there we sat, my mind racing, full of many things, my eyes fixed on the leaf, unseeing. And then a shift, as if my consciousness finally caught up with my senses. Look at that leaf! I love big leaves like that. I focused on the depth of its color, the pattern of its veins, and the quality of its