Early on a Sunday morning, while my husband and son are spending quality time together, I sneak into the garden to spend some quality time with myself and my mat. Closing my eyes, I hear the song of a happy blackbird and the buzz of a nearby bumblebee. Opening my eyes, I gaze skyward and see the first signs of new walnuts growing in the tree. I can feel the cool morning breeze tickle my skin and the occasional shower of raindrops as they fall from the canopy of leaves. As I breathe, I can smell the fresh scent of lavendar, lemon balm and other herbs. As for my sense of taste – and forgive me for being corny – that would have to be joy. Pure, simple joy at being able to spend a few precious, mindful moments in my special place of sanctuary.