<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Attention on Sunday Evening Review</title><link>https://sundayeveningreview.com/tags/attention/</link><description>Recent content in Attention on Sunday Evening Review</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2026 06:00:00 -0500</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://sundayeveningreview.com/tags/attention/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>What Gratitude Journal Prompts Are Really About</title><link>https://sundayeveningreview.com/faith/gratitude-journal-prompts/</link><pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2026 06:00:00 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://sundayeveningreview.com/faith/gratitude-journal-prompts/</guid><description>&lt;p>A little over ten years ago, a doctor told me my blood pressure was too high and suggested I try something he called stress reduction. Linda brought home a book about gratitude journaling the same week, and she had the look she gets when she is right about something and would prefer I simply accept it rather than make her say it out loud.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>So I started a gratitude journal.&lt;/p></description></item><item><title>From the Editor: Midsummer 2026</title><link>https://sundayeveningreview.com/ideas/from-the-editor-midsummer-2026/</link><pubDate>Wed, 17 Jun 2026 06:00:00 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://sundayeveningreview.com/ideas/from-the-editor-midsummer-2026/</guid><description>&lt;p>The stack on the porch never gets smaller. I know this about myself. I add to it faster than I read, which means most of what&amp;rsquo;s out there isn&amp;rsquo;t current. It&amp;rsquo;s a record of what I meant to get to.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>Tuesday morning I finally reached the bottom. Not because I&amp;rsquo;d worked through everything (I&amp;rsquo;d been pulling from the middle, the way you do) but because the stack tipped over in the night and I had to restack it. At the bottom was a slim book I&amp;rsquo;d carried through two moves: a collection of editor&amp;rsquo;s letters from an American magazine that ran for thirty years through the middle of the last century. I&amp;rsquo;d read it first at an old job and underlined things I&amp;rsquo;ve mostly forgotten. It had been on the porch stack since April.&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>