. . . of all things I seek equanimity . . . peace of mind . . . daily life provides plenty of opportunities to practice . . . the sitting and walking help settle the mind and the interactions with other people sometimes stir it up . . . perhaps progress is in the time it takes for the agitation to settle . . . and then to decline the triggers, walk away from dramas which no longer serve and meet the world with a smile . . .
. . . friends sometimes say they prefer the vicissitudes to "flatlining", accepting the lows for the sake of the highs . . . then there is the conflation of equanimity and psychopathy . . . both, after all appear as emotionless states . . .
. . . these questions arise because people are saying, we will miss you, will you miss us, will you miss Stanhope, the beautiful fells . . . and I ponder, what is the compassionate response . . . the truth is, I love Stanhope, its friendly folks, its wonderful scenery . . . and I am grateful for all of it . . . and I am letting all of it go gladly . . . this doesn't feel like flatlining or psychopathy . . . just inevitability and equanimity . . .