Life usually runs pretty smoothly for me, but the last two days have been especially so. Yesterday, after giving myself a pep talk about some shortcomings in my teaching, I had four classes filled with ease and gracefulness. I was a more mindful teacher than the previous day, staying more aware of what was happening each moment, and as a result there was an unforced feel to the classes. I can’t imagine a stream in a forest flowing more naturally than my classes did yesterday. The effortless feeling continued today, starting with my morning visit to Jess, Jaimie, and little Noah. The drive up through the late summer countryside was as peaceful as it always is, with the early light slowly brightening the skies as I moved north on the highway. We enjoyed a quiet breakfast together, during which Noah demonstrated how his family begins a family meeting. He simply sat in his chair, folded his arms, leaned his head to one side, and said, “So”. Later in the day, I relaxed at home and read a few chapters in Dickens’ Dombey and Son. It was some of the most effortless reading I’ve ever done. The words seemed to quietly pull me along, and the pages almost turned by themselves. It was the kind of comfortable, hassle-free reading that should be a much bigger part of my life.