I spent much of the day yesterday with my mom at the hospital. She is out now and stable, but as some of you know, has been unwell for a long time and continues to struggle. Too much was happening for me to really process the fact that my primary spiritual teacher Michael Stone had passed suddenly the night before. I have been surprised by how deeply it has affected me. In the evening, I got to spend some time at a lake where I've made lots of memories over the years. Water. The rapid breath of runners going by. Kids crying and dogs smiling (or panting, can't tell). It's just weird how separate our sense of direction can be from the confusing reality of what is happening around us. It doesn't necessarily make it any easier. Choices come from somewhere deep inside. I personally feel compelled to let these things affect me all the way through and simultaneously feel that my mission remains unaffected. I am still moving in the direction I know I need to go. I guess I have worked for that clarity. We just live until we don't anymore. It's actually pretty simple. Still, we need teachers. Guides along the way. Gatekeepers of wisdom for the journey we're on here. One of Michael's last posts was titled "My Body Is My Teacher Now." That pretty well sums it up for me. Thank you, body. Body of everything.
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