After travelling on three separate planes and sitting for hours in airpoirt waiting rooms, I’ve returned home with a nasty cold (never had a cold that wasn’t). Does a Buddhist practitioner eat chicken soup? Not if it’s made from slaughtered birds as he’s vowed not to do harm.
A cold is a minor illness which serves to remind me that I may keel over at any moment with soemthing more serious, even life-ending. So I welcome the blessing of my fragility and send you warm wishes for health and happiness.
May my mind come alive today
To the invisible geography
That invites me to new frontiers,
To break the dead shell of yesterdays,
To risk being disturbed and changed.
May I have the courage today
To live the live that I would love,
To postpone my dream no longer
But do at last what I came here for
And waste my heart on fear no more.
source: The last two stanzas from “A morning offering” in: O’Donohue, J. (2008). To bless the space between us. Doubleday, p.9.