The photo goes with yesterday's picture of brother Bob with Dick Deboer. That's me languishing flat on my back next to my poor beautiful aeroplane with Dick crouching over my head stabilizing my neck. This photo will always remind me of how lucky I was that day. Had my neck twisted another 1/4 of a millimeter, I would have been a paraplegic at best and possibly gone to that Great Hangar in the Sky. Thanks again Dick.
I feel strangely disconnected today. Emotionally I'm unchanged but something just seems 10 degrees off. The Parkinson's was calm with no conscious thought on my part. Although I continued there was a remote feeling that the meditation was not necessary today. What to make of that? I have not missed but one meditation period since I stated. It's too valuable to me. Maybe it has to do with the photo above. Who's to say? I had selected that pic yesterday so my unconscious had a whole day and night to cogitate on it.
Unconscious thoughts are proof that we're all on this flight together.

Dick