I am in here.
Odd thing: I spent the large part of today laying on my brand-new futon, meditating. And I was not bored. Perhaps it is the fascination of the spectacle of the Formation of the Spiritual Scabs. Sounds better than saying I was lazy. When you have a bad foot, being lazy is a proactive life choice. … Continue reading Tibia
It would have surprised me even yesterday morning how much of an emotional drain that burying your mother is. I’d felt steady all week, after all. Everything went as planned, many people came to the mass, and even Aunt Helen and Uncle Darth were nice to me — at least, as nice as you can … Continue reading Afterwards
I’ve moved myself into my son’s old room, which has a nice thick rug on the floor for crawling upon (not allowed to put weight on my foot even if I could stand the pain), and a new futon in the corner upon which I now conduct my life. If I am laid up, I … Continue reading I dream of nightmares
white pebble 