The bitter-sweet reality of impermanence
Recently my life seems to be mostly aircraft, airports, hotels and taxis. I love sleeping in my own bed. If Rhea is there also, then it is perfect. I sat there in the hotel restaurant eating breakfast. It is with no great pride that I admit that I felt a little sorry for myself, wishing I could breakfast at home. As I sat there a couple walked past, close by the table where I sat, well into their 80’s – frail but capable. The thought sprung to mind that twenty-five years or so on and that will be us: Rhea and me. It also brought to mind what Buddhists call…