Many years ago
Once told me
That it’s easier to fall down, than to get up.
It’s true, I’ve found it to be true.
Gravity always wins.
It takes effort to get up
It takes effort to focus the mind’s eye away from a habitual landing place
In the case of grief
In the case of loss
The quickest mind route is not unlike the tongue
Going over and over to the place where there was once a tooth
As an antidote
Told me to focus on what was present in my life
For me, this is an uphill practice
An effort full practice
This mind running habit stories
The habit has been to focus on what’s missing, the loss
Like that tongue, feeling feeling feeling into where there is no longer a tooth
There is much present
There is a great richness in my life
And even when the grief feelings get overwhelming,
There is the breath
to focus upon, to ride like a wave, bringing me to the next and next and next moment
There is always something
Always something present
Always something to focus upon which lives in the realm of presence
Staying in the sense realms has been helpful
What is here?
Where are my feet?
Where is my bottom?
There is the breath.
It’s come to this
This is my anchor these days