An artist asked me when did I start practicing Mindfulness. I was surprised by the implication that everyone is mindful, the question being not 'if' but 'when' .
I no longer meditate. Every time I try my mind skitters off into mine fields of anxiety. I know, I know, all the more reason for me to meditate.
My son's family in Seoul is 30 miles away from Kim Jung Un's banks of munitions. The State Department says they have plans to remove the 230,000 American personnel and their 100,000 dependents in Kim Jung Un's target zone. It beggars belief.
Still, I try to be mindful of my good fortune. After prolonged pause, I told the artist what I had read years ago in the New Yorker. Kurt Vonnegut and Joseph Heller were at a ritzy cocktail party on Fisher Island. Vonnegut asked Heller, "Does it bother you that our host makes more in one day than all your royalties for Catch 22? Heller said, no, because I have something he will never have. Vonnegut said, what's that? Heller answered "Enough"
I have enough. And I am deeply mindful of it.
