Patrick Kearney’s presence returns to my mind precisely when the spiritual high of a retreat ends and I am left to navigate the messy reality of ordinary life. It’s 2:07 a.m. and the house feels like it’s holding its breath. The fridge hums. The clock ticks too loud. The cold https://patrick-kearney10030.anchor-blog.com/19633432/beyond-retreats-how-patrick-kearney-frames-mindfulness-as-a-daily-discipline