Our daughter called last night and the news was grim. She's resolved, and I know she'll win this fight, but it's going to be a tough one. My heart literally hurts. I want to save her from this battle, and I cannot. She is facing this alone, except for our love and prayers.
I went to meditation, and listened to a wise dharma talk. I watch my fear grab hold of me then I embraced it like the old friend it is, and let it go.
We had dear friends over last night for dinner, and their presence comforted us both, but somehow it exhausted me. My anxiety wears me down. I cooked Moroccan food, and it turned out well. Fish tagine with couscous, and a bunch of chilled side dishes like carrots, beets, cucumbers, tomatoes with onions, navel oranges with black olives. I adore that food. The mediterrean diet rules!
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