Old Age Day by Day July 8, 2012

I'm off to my meditation and dharma talk.   My sane moments in days that often go by too quickly with too little thought or reflection.  I get my head screwed on straight, for a little while, at least.  Although, since I'm about to go off on retreat, I hopefully will remain somewhat upright for the next couple of weeks.  If enough effort on my part is made.  I am wearing a new turquoise roses scarf and somehow I feel quite nurtured wearing it.  It has some kind of power that appeals - perhaps the crocheting or the triangle of the material or that turquoise blue.  Anam Thubten calls it the turquoise sky that Tibetans look for in the clouds, as a kind of heaven.  Native Americans love it as well, and see it as healing, even more so that Buddhists, who view lapis lazuli in that light.  So my neck is wrapped in healing, it's draped round my shoulders, and hanging down to my heart.  How can I go wrong?