Patrick Kearney lingers in my thoughts when the retreat glow has dissipated and the reality of chores, digital demands, and shifting moods takes over. It’s 2:07 a.m. and the house feels like it’s holding its breath. The fridge hums. The clock ticks too loud. I am standing barefoot on a https://patrickkearney31220.blogdigy.com/from-retreat-halls-to-daily-life-patrick-kearney-s-approach-to-sustained-mindfulness-practice-61217335