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    The beauty of off spots, blind spots, and connecting the dots... into openness.
    Posted 14:43, 19 Apr 2013
    Wishes I could write a beautifully as Eliza :)
    today I have tried to deal with phone calls, getting meds and sorting out stuff only to hit a roadblock.
    My body is still very weak and a short walk to the pharmacy has left me weak.
    Again I learn about being still.

    Here is something I wrote while sitting on a hospital bed

    The dichotomy of sounds - music from my roommates ipod, nurses moving and talking in the halls, the wrrr click wrrr of my iv machine....all these sounds and more move over and around me not part of me.
    Deep breaths counted and not counted time passes at it's usual rate and I am surprised to look at the clock and see an hour has passed me by.

    Dr's and nurses are very busy people and the patients must be patient

    Addition:
    was told that I am stronger than I know and this quote came to mind

    “Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.”
    ― A.A. Milne edited 00:41, 20 Apr 2013
    Posted 18:20, 19 Apr 2013
    Trying to remain contained and thoughtful amidst the Boston bombers events, with a sister living very nearby and familiar states of mind hovering. It feels like a nite-mare looming nearby that cannot be dislodged by waking up.
    Both out of concern for my sister (who is probably really OK), but perhaps even more concern for that state of mind overwhelmed by violence which then can only explode because the inner and outer world seem to that state only filled with violence. Tragedy of course for the victims of such violence, but we each are victims of a sort because this state of mind is one we each know to some extent. That may be the deeper nite-mare.
    Posted 20:45, 19 Apr 2013
    Meditated in the evening.

    Grateful for reminders of my own fragility, making knowledge of it seep in even with all this resistance.

    Also grateful for the insect that touched my face when I was lost in thought, waking me up again.

    Beautifully said, eliza.
    Posted 20:47, 19 Apr 2013
    ::: A bark in the night
    ::: Piercing the shield of sweet sleep
    ::: Dispelling the dreams
    Posted 23:57, 19 Apr 2013
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