For the better part of a week I’ve been sick and ours always incredible to me just how much sickness of even the mildest kind changes everything. My formal practice has been of diminished intensity and I’m less patient with the irritations of daily life. I’m trying hard to hit the reset button but this body isn’t cooperating. And, I know somewhere, that that’s the lesson to be learned. This body isn’t mine and doesn’t obey me. And, though I must take care of it and use it to practice it will, in the end, betray me.
May I reflect on anatta and the inevitability of sickness.