These cookies are making me sick.
I was thinking the other night, after I had killed a mosquito that was trying to find just the right spot to take my blood, about the notion of cutting off your hand to feed a starving animal. Being of benefit to all sentient beings includes mosquitoes. I think I can swallow that easier than cutting my hand off, so it’s a start.
I was also thinking at work about the notion of everyone having been my mother. This also means that I myself have been everyone’s mother. That’s a lot of lifetimes.
I’m beginning to feel very fortunate that I am alive. That I am human and when I really look at it, I have things very well.
Also, note to self, I cannot take refuge in cookies.
