Day Eighty-eight

  1. The experience last night of the cloud cover rolling just at the moment of the full eclipse.  As frustrating as it was, the insight this morning was that those clouds were like all the cluttering thoughts – relationships, work, money, how I’ll die, what’ll happen to me when I’m old, who You are and what You’re like and whether there’s any point in praying to something I don’t understand and am not even certain exists – that stand in the way of my experience of You.
  2. The tuna sandwich I had today. The fish who died for it, as always, but the fishermen who caught it, the Blimpie’s guy who made it, the truck driver who shipped it, etc, etc, etc.  it’s almost infinite how many people were involved in the production of a simple sandwich.
  3. My new iPhone.  Are these repeats…? 
  4. The old man making his way down the subway stairs at Union Square, reminding me to take it easy and practice patience and that I have that mobility when I’m his age and to hope the younger people won’t huff at me for taking forever to get down the stairs.
  5. The sleepiness building in my forehead.  It’s such a pleasure to go to sleep when sleepy.

Many thanks,

Me

Day Eighty-eight