Coming Home to Yourself by Elaine Pendergrast

After chopping apples for several minutes, I scooped them into a bowl and the movement of my arms reminded me that I have a body. I stood in front of the table briefly, and let that fact sink in. I recognized that from the time I started preparing apples until then, my mind was lost in thoughts about the future, and my feelings shifted quickly from one reactive state to another.

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