In the last week I’ve traveled to Atlanta fur my uncle’s funeral and caught a bad cold. As a result of the stress and sickness, it’s been all I can do to keep my head above water. Not being able to breathe through my nose makes meditation next to impossible so I haven’t managed to sit more than fifteen minutes. And now I find myself standing on a platform in Brooklyn with trains cancelled in both directions due to a bomb at Port Authority.
Life can become instantly unrecognizable at any time. May we make the best of it.
Cattāri Brahmavihārā 
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