Upon waking, the panic clutches your chest. That's not a good sign. Better the panic clutch your gut, that will be a better day.
Position terminated. Ten years of service.
I have three children, my daughter, age 8, a gorgeous third grader, and four year old twin boys. I have an absent-minded musician husband. Now, we have lost one half of our income, and access to health insurance five weeks from today.
How will we manage? How will I be a good mother, as the panic clutches my chest like an icy octopus?
The Buddhist calm I worked toward (informally) is barely peeping around the edges of my consciousness. I use all of it to push the panic down as I send a sleepy boy back to bed.
How can people continue on the path of kindness and compassion and thoughtfulness when they are pushed to the edge? This blog will be about my discovering some of the answers.
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