Eat with Patience

I sat at my desk eating oatmeal this morning,

a mindless activity to pass the time,

shoving spoonful after spoonful of food into my mouth.

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I sat there, staring softly at the white blank wall,

pondering today's decisions and how they might change everything –

or nothing at all.

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My window was open to let the cool breeze in,

and my favorite song was cheerfully tweeted and whistled

by the birds dancing just beyond the porch.

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I noticed none of it, my mind was busy, as one continuous thought ran

along the curves of my brain, faster and faster,

but not desperate to reach an end.

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I held up my container of oatmeal and saw it was half way eaten,

and my stomach gurgled loudly like an alarm clock

the second time it goes off.

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I brought the next spoonful of oatmeal to my mouth

and told myself there is no reason to rush –

there is nowhere you need to be.

So I ate slowly, with careful and considerate bites –

I felt the blueberries pop and the chia seeds crunch;

I tasted the woody cinnamon and the subtly sweet almond –

I heard the birds full chirping and the quiet water flowing nearby;

And I remembered the simple joys of eating oatmeal every morning.

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I sat at my desk, breathing slowly,

reminding myself to stay mindfully aware of all the delicious details

life has interwoven around me.

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