I'm seventy two years old today. This is surely very old, but I'm still full of beans. This morning I took the video and posted it on Face Book. Twenty four people had responded to it by noon. Doesn't anyone go to work anymore?
I've been very much enjoying writing my new book. I think it'll be called The Buddha, The Dakini, and the Dirty Old Man. I think I have it finished in a couple of weeks. It's short, about fifty thousand words, but it's as long as it has to be. Anyway, I'll only have the first draft finished and will have to do lots of re-writes. Christopher Isherwood wrote out his first novel seventeen times in longhand. That's the benchmark.
I haven't had a drink for a month though I will fall off the wagon tonight. The effect on the meditations has been really surprising. Everything is coming up roses.
I've booked into the Samye Ling for Makhala Prayers next week, and I'm very happy about that, but the last time I thought I was going, the rail strikes stopped me, so fingers crossed for next week. I'm a bit nervous due to having been no where for three years nearly due to the pandemic.
Video doesn't seem to be working. Oh well.
