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  • I count breaths. Sometimes, I chant. I stand (Zhan Zhong) or move (T'ai Chi). I think of myself as a poor practitioner. I do it somewhat randomly, and somewhat briefly, but fairly regularly. Yesterday, I had a mammogram and and MRI of the brain for my brain tumor. Both sets of technicians complemented me on my relaxed serenity throughout. Forty minutes in the tube with the loud clanking buzzing and beeping drives a lot of people crazy, they told me, the two pretty young girls who slid me in, and injected contrast into the back of my hand.

    True, I do it every year, so I'm "used to it," if you can become accustomed to something that you do once a year. But I do think my practice helps. Counting breaths, letting go.
  • I am desperately working on my book for Frankie. His birthday is coming up fast. I may not get it done again. He's growing so fast--I really want to finish it.

    I have included the beginning of the next painting, in watercolor. I am always afraid I will do something to ruin the work I have done so far . . . .
  • Images:

    1)Mandala by me on Artrage and Photoshop, representing the meditative state.

    2)Franking testing toy trumpets.

    I may be fairly absent for the next while, trying to finish the book. Please bear with me.
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