New year, same old...

Well, I'm still attached to the idea of my people continuing to be alive. Too many close calls this year; even one is one too many.

Listening to Adyashanti while taping and mudding drywall - an activity which, by the way, is quite relaxing. At least for me. He remains good stuff, for me - I know I've heard all these recordings before, and I still find new things in them, or - they find me where I am. Pick your subject-object relationship.

The idea that one oughtn't be attached - just another idea to be attached to.