Today was one of those days where nothing went as planned.My wife had a birth call at quarter to 4 in the morning which left me in charge of a sick little girl wanting hher mommy and my son, both of whom needed to sleep. Somehow I calmed the little one back to bed but my morning regimen was completely destroyed. As a result I have the feeling of being lost at sea with next to no mindfulness and little desire to practice. On my way up from the office to the train station through block after block of cold industrial waste land I tried to return to the cultivation of metta but was met with a heart as icy andd hardpacked as the unshoveled sidewalks below my feet.
I began to search in my mind through the various ways to brighten my mind and warm my heart and I was fortunate enough to recollect the Lord Buddha. Just thinking of him and what he did for all beings and the possibility he represents for each of us was enough to rekindle in me a fire to practice and to continue walking the path. It is funny how we can forget such a basic thing as refuge in the Tathagatha but I obviously did.
Namo tassa bhagavato arahato samma sambuddhassa.
Cattāri Brahmavihārā 
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