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There I was running to get to the other side, to beat the waiting traffic. The cars waiting at a just about to turn red traffic light, eager to kill wayward pedestrian lobsters. The cars were ready to zoom forward and rather than waiting patiently for the next lights, I ran a little too enthusiastically. Tore a tendon in the arch of my foot. Ouch!
Karma has hobbled me.
Life is like that. You try to rush and end up being slowed ...
So now I get to send healing metta to my patient foot. Already walking slowly without a limp. Soon I will be skipping about ...
Each of us in a sense has an attachment, to a healed foot, a slim youth, a perfect Bodhi, an idealised meditation or the perfect spaghetti sauce.
Have you left your foot (perhaps in your mouth)? It is gone. There is always something to be left behind ... what have you left/learned is a blessing/teaching?