Loving kindness matters.
May you be happy.
May you be safe from harm.
May you be healthy.
May you live with ease.
— mediation
I repeat these words often. When I brush my teeth, when I’m looking into the empty space. I wish good intentions to my neighbor, my child, the person I walked past as I picked up dinner.
A sick child is a worrisome thing. Especially for new, inexperienced parents. Baby’s fever ebb & flows. We bathe him, strip him of his sweats until he is a summer baby in San Francisco’s frigid temperatures.
We snack on chicken wings, cookies & leftover Korean food while watching MasterChef Juniors. The littles are inspiring. The 8 year olds mark my dream of my kid being culinarily gifted. I wonder how many other hungry mothers dream this.
Bulgogi snack. I can’t believe I used to not eat meat. I don’t think I could ever go back to that. I just enjoy the carnivorous diet too much. On that note, time for sleep & dreams of beef. Not really beef. Just dreams. May all beings slumber peacefully & have full bellies.
