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. The cold https://caidenoaghp.blog-eye.com/39557765/beyond-retreats-how-patrick-kearney-frames-mindfulness-as-a-daily-discipline