Those of you who follow this blog know that I meditate every morning. As I ponder life through meditation, I perceive two variations on the theme. First is an open or undirected mindset to a allow whatever is appropriate to bubble up. The second is a directed meditation in which specific challenges are to be solved. This seems to have worked holding off my thyroid problem.
Now it seems that the progress I am gaining thorough my daily walks is being overcome by the physical deterioration due to the Parkinson's. So why not direct my daily meditation specifically to the cure of the Parkinson's? Wouldn't that be a reason to publish? Or maybe I could start my own religion. Imagine... The Holy Holographic Church of Dick. With me as the Grand Superior Master.
Sometime over the next few days I will calculate what it takes to physically change an ill subtantia nigra, the little rascal causing all this shaking by being less than prolific in producing the required hormones into my deficient brain into a healthy subtantia nigra.
Sunday Deb and son-in-law Rick (as differentiated from son Rick) drove down and took me out to dinner at Tony Roma's. I will never understand why anyone would name a restaurant after a football quarterback. Thanks for the dinner and good company guys
The possibility that I am totally wrong about everything can show that we're all on this flight together.
Dick
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