Undertaker's Daughter

My life and death as spiritual path.

Location: River City, Northern California

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

On Avoidance

I have had at least two excellent ideas for posts to this blog since I started it. And both were summarily thrust aside because dat ol debbil Pain got in the way. Then Stress trumped him and, well, I was sitting here at the computer aimlessly browsing as I so often do as a prologue to deeper depression when I thought-- it's over, Undertaker's Daughter is over almost before it began just like so many journals before it.

Well, No.

It's not.

There isn't anything except your own life that can be used as ground for
spiritual practice.
Pema Chodron
And isn't that really the subtext of this blog? No need to think too hard-- it is.

So, I'm not writing alot but I'm writing. And Thinking. And Living. . . a spiritual life.

Even if I'm dragged into it kicking and screaming. A big thanks for that tough love to my angelic duo-- who are probably my only constant readers anyway.

They assure me there is not too wide of choice of amusements wherever they are-- which is probably not Heaven. As John Travolta said in Michael, they're not that kind of angel.


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