No scoreboard.
No uniforms.
Just two people — a parent and a child, two friends, two neighbors — tossing a ball back and forth.
The soft pop into the glove.
The easy smiles.
The invisible thread weaving between throws.
Buddhism
Presence isn't built in grand moments.
It's found in repetition, attention, and gentle connection.
One throw. One catch. One breath at a…
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