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I wrote this in 2016 when my mother died. I have come to realize that all my endeavors are neither grand nor failures, just in the middle. Here is where my worst anxiety and depression began. I look back and see I have progressed, emotionally. Alas, my poetic prowess is still C- at best. I am adrift My anchor gone; I am unable to captain alone… I steer the best course I know But still… I strike other ships passing, doing damage Having to stop Having to repair, regroup How can I avoid running aground? Striking the rocks Sinking this ship… completely...

Sometime go outside and sit, In the evening at sunset, When there’s a slight breeze that touches your body, And makes the leaves and the trees move gently. You’re not trying to do anything, really. You’re simply allowing yourself to be, Very open from deep within, Without holding onto anything whatsoever. Don’t bring something back from the past, from a memory. Don’t plan that something should happen. Don’t hold onto anything in the present. Nothing you perceive needs to be nailed down. Simply let experience take place, very freely, So that your empty, open heart Is suffused with the tenderness of true compassion.

I'm really enjoying the live Zoom sessions with you Alistair. It feels good to be part of a like minded online community. You may catch a glimpse of my little dog on my Zoom calls. Her name is Minnie, she is a 12yr old Jackapoo😊.Namaste to you all