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://patrickkearney36028.blogacep.com/44743857/the-quiet-discipline-patrick-kearney-teaches-mindfulness-that-extends-beyond-retreat-settings