Today is about pain in the right shoulder. I pulled a muscle, no big deal, but right then, pain feels huge. Worse than the pain, is reactive mind's verdict of refusal. Wishing for another time in the future, when pain will be gone. Sitting, I linger in the extra suffering from wishfulness. After a while, the feeling tires out and withdraws, leaving in its wake only raw pain, unedited, and breath, and the comforting sounds of house waking up.
As I think of Gil's recent talk, on The Three Doors, I contemplate the potential beauty of wishlessness, the second door (to liberation). How I wish . . . :)