For fifteen years I ate toast over the sink, then paid fourteen dollars in town to sit down with toast. Enjoying the little things took a plate and a chair.
My mechanical watch runs two minutes slow, and I've grown fond of it. It doesn't buzz or count my steps. It needs a wind each morning, and might outlive me.
Discover the radical power of doing one thing at a time through mindful dishwashing. A meditation on finding freedom and resistance in life's most ordinary moments.