As we approach the boarding gate for our final departures, it's best to discontinue all our destructive habits, even the ones we've carried with us most of our lives. I've found those things gather intensity over time, become even more destructive in the end times than they were previously, and who doesn't want to go out experiencing some insight into one's own behavior?
It was a rough two days, first with insomnia that just wouldn't leave, then coughing fruitlessly all the following night. Then last night was sleep enough to compensate, and today has been recovery with food, yoga, clean clothes and contemplation.
The breath comes easily now, but the shaking distracts and also detracts from the practice. I keep hoping for a treatment; will proceed slowly, carefully, one thing at a time.
I also need to move. My mother's sad spirit hovers over this place.
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