I hadn't realized that my mother died right before John Daido Loori did.
The man had some good influence on my life.
With these deaths, and also with the death of my current teacher's brother it becomes clearer to me: this stuff about "we are the one's we've been waiting for?" Well, uh, now's the time.
I've had a middling impact in my life and my career, but life is rather serious now.
And also, somewhere along the way, I realized that preservation and transmittal of the tiny bit that I know and practice vitally depends now on me.
It's not a soft and gooey new age spirituality, it's that a lot more adamantine.
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