This poem speaks about one of the fruits of mindfulness practice: the grace and quiet joy that can come with radical acceptance. And of how this is often a gradual shift, almost unnoticed until reading back a journal from a few years ago, or speaking with a friend you’ve lost touch with for a while. And suddenly you notice: I’m not so hard on myself as I used to be, or: there is more spaciousness in my day to day life even though I still do all these things that are important to me, or: I move through my life with more joy in my heart.