For those who read my post yesterday, the number when I went to bed last night was 1303.  This morning it’s 1304.  I smile both ways.

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Now.  Where is my heart now?

Open … closed … vast … focused … free … bound.  They’re all part of a life but too often I don’t notice.

How about this very moment?  I’m sitting in Lloyd Coffee Eatery, tapping away.  Now a pause to look around.  A young man nearby, working on his laptop.  I send love.  I’m curious about his life.  I like this moment.  I’m aware.

I sense that the vastness is available … now and now and now.  Even in the moments of tightness.

Some Buddhist human being said this:

But isn’t the point of the cushion to be able to get off the cushion?  I might be able to hit one thousand free throws in a row, but if I can’t do it in a game-time situation, what’s the point?  When my mother-in-law is in town, or when I get cut off in traffic – that’s when I need my practice.  When the sink is full of dishes.  What’s the point of sitting for an hour if I can’t forgive my partner for finishing all the almond milk?

It’s game time … always