Why is it so hard for me to see that everything I give as a father and husband is generosity practice? Is it because I think it should simply be done as a matter of course? Is it because it doesn’t “feel” special? I suspect it has something to do with that but it’s also got to do with the fact that I didn’t wake up early enough to do formal practice. Yes, I managed to sneak in five minutes between laundry and kid-ferrying but all that was really worth was quelling my OCD.
Today is an even day so I hope to follow the breath in what is sure to be a hectic day spent with kits and engaged in the vagaries of housework. Wish me luck.
Cattāri Brahmavihārā 
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