My mindfulness practice began on a bridge in a crowded bus headed north towards the city. It was an ordinary day. Sensations of body odors, hissing brakes, flashing yellow lights, piney cannabis, and a cold seat brought me to my breath. Breathing in gave me the insight that I was alive. I surrendered the next for the then, and suddenly I found myself beside God. After sailing a ways in this new direction I turned and saw the bend in my wake. First Now full article
The financer of Smith Tower made plans for a fourteen story building a few blocks from the shores of the Puget Sound. His family convinced him instead to build a tower twice as tall as the King Street Station clock tower. He died before the building was complete. full story When I first heard this story I related to the compromise of a dream. I wondered how I had let others set my expectations for me. Smith Tower full article