I was just back from a ten-day meditation retreat.
Ten days of no talking, no contact with other humans. All that we had to do was concentrate on our breath.
It sounded simple in the brochures but turned out to be complicated stuff when put into practice.
Ten days later, I returned refreshed and recharged.
Before I could ring the bell, the door opened, and my wife rushed out.
“I have to go out to buy the groceries,” my wife said, managing a smile.
As I closed the door behind her, the bell rang.
It was the watchman with a hand full of bills.
I was checking them when my son opened the door of his room.
“The roof is leaking. I have moved my desktop for now. You need to get the waterproofing done.”
I was back in my world of mindfully worrying!