This blog is, if only in name, supposed to have something to do with the sublime abidings and yet mudita send to get short shrift time and again. Walking through the row houses and brownstones of Park Slope I have caught myself one more in envious reverie of all of the people with the nice houses, Nov cars and children week go to private school. I say familiar because it is so often unexamined and is something I feel on an almost daily basis. And, yet, it is as simple as changing the emphasis to one of loving-kindness and the entire scene shifts. What would I want any less than good fortune, opportunity and happiness to prevail for others?
May we heard ourselves against our own folly and take heed in all we do.
Cattāri Brahmavihārā 
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