“Fika” and mindfulness

I can’t pick anymore. My back hurts. He's ten years old. Just now, he stood, fully focused. Bent over the wild strawberries, picking them carefully between his thumb and forefinger. Berries so small, bursting with sweet taste. He was careful not to press too hard. Gently tugging them from the stem, putting them whole in... Continue Reading →

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