Like a robot, I jump out of bed every morning and set my altar on the table, with candles, incense and Buddha. And I begin chanting amitahbari, amitahbari.... I've been doing this faithfully for nearly 3 years. And for a few minutes this morning, I actually had no thoughts. Then I realized I was not thinking. Gone, lost. The moment of serenity: poof.
That's where I am. Numb. I've finally had my book published or should I say, self-published, I've paid for everything so far. It was semi-exciting to talk about the book I was working on. But now that it's done , is it exciting enough that people will actually pull out their 10.00? The money is going to charity. I told my son that a friend of mine was going to buy 10 of them. His reply was, I"m afraid your friend might disappoint you...and: poof.
What people say and what people do; well, that's where I am.