Day Fifty-six

  1. This day.  With little if any provocation (in this case Sean’s 26th birthday) I can slip into a self-pity-spiral of longing for youth and fear of old age and have to make a concerted effort to focus on the miracle of this day and the youth of 47 that I won’t know I have for another 20 years or so.
  2. Yesenia’s friendship.  We had lunch today.
  3. A moment of deep meditation yesterday when I became aware of a drop of sweat in my cheek and how it was driving me crazy, but I just observed it and observed my reaction to it.  It only lasted a moment before I had to wipe it off, but in that instant I felt like a Russian doll, where my body, feeling the sweat, and my mind, being tickled and annoyed by it, were outer layers and that I was something stiller and quieter inside.
  4. Tribeca group, where I shared that tonight.  So few people have a place where they can discuss their spirituality.
  5. Jon Stewart, who is going off the air later this week.

Many thanks,

Me

Day Fifty-six