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What stories will we tell ourselves on dying? Will we look back in wonder & awe at our asinine adventuring? Or, will we be dazzled by the lists of good intention constructed each morning? Will we be enthralled by a vigorous growth of spirit, or shamed by lingering cowardice? All things, I suspect, though the assumption of seeing the bigger picture at death is specious at best. It’s difficult to imagine even constructing a story when going at this speed, impossible to create the plot line. Perhaps it’s time to p r a c t I c e? What story do we have to tell ourselves at the end of the day? Mine runs something like this… “Egad, didn’t get the report done, the books put away, can’t check daily-pages off, or meditation. When am I getting car to the mechanic? And I still can’t get into that size six. Fewer fats tomorrow.” Now there is a story I can’t wait to read! What a bloody cock-up of a beautiful life. Perhaps it is time to Practice. Instead of collapsing into wine, whining, and TV at the end of the day, what if we told ourselves a story of that day, and all day long we saw ourselves as the hero/heroine of this fairy tale. Would we change the day? Fewer lists, more costumes? Less dishes, more black stallions, and swords? What if we grew enough awareness to realize this could be the last day, the ultimate story we have a chance to create and tell? What if this is my day for a ‘Once upon a time histoire, and I bollux it by checking it off as an item on my list? A moment never to return, be cherished, or re-told. Asana/Pose: Is there a pose that gives you… Read more »