With palms together,
Good Morning Everyone.
Yesterday was a challenging day. My friend Ken, had taken a serious turn for the worse and was placed in the Hospice center here in town. Then early in the morning we got a call that he was near death. So, Judy went to his wife's side and I was assigned the various tasks of contacting the rabbi, contacting the burial committee at the Temple, and picking up their dog to bring to our house so there would be no worry. From there to Hospice.
We spent the day with him. He was not present.
Like a deathwatch, we sat counting his breaths and the spaces between his breaths.
I sat at his feet, hands in cosmic mudra, practicing zazen. I noticed that as the spaces widened, the expectation that there would be no in-breath rose, Those in the room talked about this man who was husband and friend. We held his hand, rubbed his shoulder, and listened. He died early last night.
This morning the sun is rising over the mountains and I sip my coffee as I sit with you here at the computer. Nothing has changed; everything has changed. Life is like that.
May you be a blessing in the universe.