Flossing like it's meditation

Today, I caught myself flossing slowly—really slowly—between the molars of a patient who’d been silent for three minutes. Not because I was rushing, but because I noticed how the thread moved through that tight space like threading light through lace. It felt less like cleaning and more like listening. I’ve started doing it at home the same way: no music, no phone, just breath and pressure. The quiet in my mouth feels different now—like a room where something important is being said, even if I can’t yet name it.