Finding Stillness in a Non-Purchasable Item Mulebuy: A Sunday Morning Reflection There’s a certain quality to Sunday mornings that feels almost sacred. The light filters through my curtains in soft, golden hues, and the world outside seems to hold its breath. As I sit here with my steaming cup of coffee, the aroma of freshly ground beans mingling with the quiet, I find myself reflecting on how certain objects enter our lives not as acquisitions, but as companions. This morning, my thoughts drift to my non-purchasable item mulebuy—a term that once felt clinical but now whispers of intention and care. The Serendipity of Encounter It found me, really, during a…