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://patrick-kearney23703.onzeblog.com/39332020/the-quiet-discipline-patrick-kearney-teaches-mindfulness-that-extends-beyond-retreat-settings