So I started a new book, I read a lot, and in it a man
crosses the country to take a new job as police chief as his live on the west
coast has fallen apart. Of course it’s a detective novel and people are either
getting naked or shot- both if I am lucky. I was thinking about the characters
plight and to him the one thing that he held on to in his emotional free fall
was there are things that are right and things that are wrong and which side of
that line he had to be on. It got me thinking about the things that hold on to
and the things that keep us who we are. If you were in free fall- what would
you hold on to- in essence what is there, when the chaff is burned away, that is
the essence of you. What is there that keeps you being you when all else is
stripped away; your routines? your belief?
Your moment of Zen.
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