The longer I meditate the more I miss it when I don't. I think it has now become more than a habit. There was much gained, though I still go through life seeking distractions of old I. E. gambling. But even that is different somehow. I have an awareness of what I'm doing, that it's futile at best and brings no lasting gifts. It just continues to be fun, even if I've upped the ante to levels I'd never do in the past? Confusing, I know. But some part of me wants to hang onto the old ways. "From my cold, dead hand" to quote the NRA. Oh, and if anyone can squeeze a tiny bit of prayer in for my dying aunt, it would be much appreciated. I'm going to miss her beyond words. Thank you all, Larry