Having returned home I mistakenly assumed that ithings would both return quickly to their “normal” routine and that the additional practice commitments I had undertaken while on vacation would easily slip into the grooves of working life. Well, I was wrong on both counts.
Since we returned on a red eye from Jamaica nothing has gone according to plan and it has been hard to find a moment to myself. Luckily, the more intensive practice of the preceding week seems to have put me in good stead for the re-entry and its inertia has carried me into longer sits whenever possible. And yet it still struck me as I paced back and forth during my fifteen minutes of walking meditation, that even in the midst of a vertiginous series of occurrences and an unending chain of worries, I was able to find the breath. Solace? May
Cattāri Brahmavihārā 
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