Last time I wrote an entry under this goal, practicing mindfulness sounded inspiring. It promised to offer bliss of growth, splendor of action, and glory of power.

But today, cleaning off my messy desk or sorting through my Christmas stuff seems about as far from growth, splendor, or glory as I could possibly imagine.

And yet, this is my life today, my very life of life. A messy desk, filled with undone and unfiled and un-needed papers, and a couple of half-unpacked cartons of old Christmas stuff filled with memories of the past and fantasies of chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Attention to be paid, decisions to be made, actions to be taken, right here, right now.

Can I look well to this day today, right here, right now?