Trying to find the stillness as I go back to zero.
Still reeling from the "incident" last week and losing lots of sleep because of it. I realise that I could have been one of those people other people will know to have died senselessly. "Did you hear about Tong's daughter?", I imagine would be the conversation piece. Having grace under pressure was one of my best assets at the height of my career. But I have lost those nerves of steel after coming so close to danger on a highway that is notorious for robbery and bloody road mishaps, usually staged and perpetrated by the police some say. Oddly, the German car I used to drive never attracted criminal minds, who last weekend picked on my nondescript Nissan sedan. This is "karma" for what, I really don't know. Just grateful for the wonderful memories of the John Scott workshop which take my mind off the horrible, harrowing, traumatic experience. Slowly, I hope to find peace and the stillpoint. Om.
