The miserable cold I'm fighting had something to do with it.
So did the pain in the wrist I somehow sprained yesterday afternoon doing, oh
hell, what? Picking up a jug of laundry detergent from the wrong angle?
But (and this is more promising) I woke up thinking about a
man I've been holding up to the Light the last few days. We met a few months back and have had one
face-to-face conversation since. It's not clear whether we're meant to spend
more time together. I feel like I get some of what's going on in his life, can
relate to it, perhaps have something useful to offer him through companionship,
which I've suggested I'm open to. In the coming days or weeks, I'll hear back
whether he feels the same. Clearly, I want to spend time with him and imagine
I'll find a fulfillment in our exchanges as well--in the fit between our
histories, the exploration of common ground, the discovery of new possibility.
Meanwhile, long before a cold December dawn, I have a choice
to see the next couple of hours as the fitful end of a botched night's sleep,
or else as an invitation to send him my focused good will for his well-being,
healing, and growth--what a Buddhist would
maybe call the merit of my practice--while the cat settles in on my lap, then
moves on, and I go downstairs to get a glass of water and open up the laptop.
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