Two for two.
This morning was very cloudy. Not “I am resisting practicing” cloudy, not “I am exhausted, the ego is exhausted and practice remains” cloudy, but “what is even going on oh why is there a bell oh yeah I remember” cloudy. Tomorrow morning I am going to make coffee at home and drink it on the way to the centre. Even during sesshin I have a cup of black tea first thing in the morning.
A friend of mine — from a small online community I’ve hung out in for, oh, holy cow, probably twelve years now — mentioned today that a friend had passed away. And that that friend’s partner (wife? I can’t remember) had gone through his wallet, as one does when one is closing up the affairs of another, and found that he had carried with him the metta sutta.
The last lines seem fitting —
By not holding to fixed views,
The pure-hearted one, having clarity of vision,
Being freed from all sense desires,
Is not born again into this world.