Was in the lobby of a swanky Country Club in the south waiting for my team to show up. Across from where I was seated I caught sight of one of its utility personnel quietly setting flowers on a big round shallow bowl of water in the middle of the table in the reception area. I watched her.
I felt I was privileged to witness someone in meditation. One by one, mindfully, she drew flowers from a plastic receptacle. She meticulously arranged them in some kind of pattern. Flower by flower. She could have just tossed in a handful and flicked or nudged them around like soldiers on marching orders but she did not. I was there from start to finish, feeling like I have just eavesdropped on a prayer.
