For most of the day I have been running around like a chicken with his head cut off completely unmindful off the breath. On those occasions when I have remebered it it has been a fragile refuge but it is better than nothing. And yet I am grateful for it.
The past year has been hard and now it seems as if the tough times are here to stay indefinitely. So much for the best laid plans of mice and men… And, yet, even in the midst of this there is a thread of thought which bobs up and begs me to remember gratitude. I always think of the bhikkhu who was about to depart for uncultured lands and who was asked by the Lord Buddha how he would deal with it if they abused him. Throughout every hypothetical form of abuse the bhikkhu was able to find something to be grateful for. So, even now, in the midst of yet another dark hour, I will seek to incline my heart and view to gratitude.
Cattāri Brahmavihārā 
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