Lee has been reading my blog. She has concerns. Concerns I am leaving myself too vulnerable. Yes, she is right and for someone who has only met me a couple of times, it is wonderful to hear her voice the core concern of my writing life. A writer opens herself up, hopes for love and admiration, often receives rejection, criticism, and occasionally on a good day, some unbridled acrimony. It makes me laugh how transparent I am. On Saturday, I was quite harsh with myself, so disappointed that after some pretty significant progress the attitude adjustment I was hopeful was taking place, seemed to be stalled and would never really change me from being exactly who I always was. On Sunday, I did not meditate. Lee's comment: "Who would want to sit for twenty minutes with the person you described?" I am predictable.
We talked about many important things. The state of being and the invisible life force, nothingness, the new empty spaces in my bathroom drawers, a wonderful book title "Wherever you Go, There You are."
I have much to think about, but I need to think about nothing.