I feel better. My soon to be homeless friend called to say he is in a very good place. After going on a vision quest, three days of no food or shelter, nothing but meditation, he felt a strong calling to go to Woodstock. He is helping an artist friend with her projects and staying at her B & B, still playing his trumpet. Although I find this lifestyle confusing, I am becoming a believer. If nothing else, let me learn to live each day in the present, the future will take care of itself.
I also need to apply this philosophy to Dave. My worry does not change things. His neurologist said he has a progressive disease called dementia, plus other issues. It is what it is.
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