During morning meditation, focusing on the breath, listening to the sounds around me, ever so grateful dear God seeking the divinity that resides in me, I wonder about the source of the noise in my life. Greg’s fever of unknown origin returns after 12 years. I am called back for a mammogram that reveals 5 small calcifications and a biopsy on Friday. What insights do these treasures offer?
I decide to do tonglen for my sister because there has been a chill between us lately. As I breathe her life into mine, I am overwhelmed with suffering. Her life becomes my own and the stress and sadness become one with my stress and sadness. Tears stream down my cheeks and, with elbows on knees, I sob. Whether I need a good cry or she suffers to the max, I trust healing occurred. Powerful, overwhelming and beautiful I must continue this gift called tonglen.