Tonight, after giving my talk “Just This: Two suttas that explain it all,” I’m not sure if I’m empty or full, or both empty and full, or neither empty nor full. I poured my heart into the talk. To be thoroughly used up is so fulfilling. I received “one of the best ever” praise. To be full of oneself is so dangerous. But now, there’s just this. A bed that’s waiting. A wife that’s done waiting. A body that’s a little queasy. A mind that’s mush. Today lingers. Tomorrow tempts. But, as the Dalai Lama reportedly said, sleep is the best meditation. Let me put that to the test.
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