Acceptance has become something of a buzzword in the context of therapy, recovery, meditation, and, dare I say it, mindfulness. But it is much more than a word, and I think it is worth slowing down long enough to consider what we actually mean when we use it.

I named my practice A Dash of Mindfulness because I have always believed that mindfulness can show up in places we might not expect. It doesn't have to mean sitting quietly with your eyes closed or setting aside an hour of your day to meditate. Sometimes it happens in the middle of something completely ordinary.

So, the story is about an unborn soul who is reluctantly on a quest with her newest mentor to find her spark. She’s been there a long time and has never been sent down. We are led to believe that a spark is an unborn soul’s purpose, and so her mentor tries to help her find her purpose by identifying what her passion is, as his is jazz.

Maybe you know the feeling. You have an exam tomorrow, an early class, a presentation, a shift at work, or just a full day ahead of you. You look at the clock and realize it is later than you thought. You calculate how many hours of sleep you have left. Then you start doing the math again.