I find myself thinking of Patrick Kearney whenever the temporary peace of a retreat vanishes and the mundane weight of emails, dishes, and daily stress demands my focus. It’s 2:07 a.m. and the house feels like it’s holding its breath. The fridge hums. The clock ticks too loud. I’m barefoot https://cashjbhrc.blogadvize.com/47431379/patrick-kearney-on-why-mindfulness-practice-must-continue-long-after-the-retreat-ends