Today was spent for the most part in heedlessness; wrapped up in the dozens of tiny crises that are bound to occur when you pack a home full of families for a holiday. This is why it is only now on the train back to Manhattan and our apartment that I can even find the time to write. But, write about what precisely?
It’s interesting to see for oneself the “natural” inclination of the mind towards unskilfullness and negativity: were I to die right now I can’t imagine my mind would bring me to a very cheery rebirth. Being that Easter is all about rebirth perhaps it’s a propos that I get to work on ensuring a pleasant one. Sabbe satta sukhita hontu!
Cattāri Brahmavihārā 
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