Writing about mindfulness and meditation


I walked down to the harbour and into a tiny shack for a coffee, and got chatting to the barista about computers and Star Trek. Then his pal popped in and the conversation continued, then someone else joined in. It was raining outside and I was in no hurry to go anywhere. Not for the first time of late, I began to suspect that the reason this all felt so easy was that my neurotribe had fortuitously assembled in this small caffeinated haven.