The last three days I’ve been very sick. Feels good to be on the mend. The old cliche is true: you don’t appreciate your health till you lose it. I appreciate it now.
Lately I’ve been practicing mindfulness again. Not with the intensity I was working at Zen before (and maybe that was a mistake anyway), but quietly, without an immediate goal. Just watching myself and the rest of the universe. Thoughts, feelings, sensations, and the murky creatures with legs in several categories. It’s so easy to fall into the trap of believing that your thoughts about the world are the world. Thoughts are tricky like that.
The truth is, I get sick a lot.
Big storm this morning. When I woke up, I could hear it rumbling overhead, pounding the earth with rain and lightning. I like storms, actually. “Full of sound and fury, signifying nothing” – that’s fun every once in a while.
It’s getting quieter now. The storm’s moving on.
I’m going in to work early today to make up for the two days I missed. That feels good too. Work in the early morning feels special, somehow. Secret. Protected by the pre-dawn dark.
Yeesh. I’m getting poetic. I’d better stop before we go full-on stream-of-consciousness.
Have a good day, and I’ll do the same.