Cattāri Brahmavihārā

Tonight we fly to Costa Rica for bacon and,  as usual on the eve of such trips, my anxiety level is higher than normal. There is, of course, the ever present fear of flying but it is the attachment I have to the business,  to making sure everything is under control, that produces the most upset.

Fortunately, my base level fear of flying can be por to good use because it provides the necessary affective accompaniment to recollection of death: when the moment is upon me how ready will I be to get go off my job, my family and my identity? Like it or not,  all of these things will pass away and by reflecting on this we can at least gain the correct perspective.