Something in the Wind

 

It is just fucking weird.  Everyone that I know and I care about, with a few notable exceptions, seems to be breaking down physically/mentally.  

I always thought that I would be first to that particular table.  After all, I made a fairly concerted effort to eat/sit myself to death and have only spent the last eight months correcting years of abuse.  But my Residents keep being frustrated by my apparent healthiness and I feel fine.

I am wondering sometimes if maybe your personal health and outlook aren't, for the most part, dictated fate and mediated by your expectations and your attitude?   Look, I ain't going full hippy on this shit.  In the land of Jungian archetypes, I am too much the soldier/magician to ever buy completely into that.  But there is enough truth in it the idea of the mind/body divergence/duality than a lot of folk (including your humble correspondent) want to let on.

Maybe it is time to meditate on the Heart Sutra again.