Up early, about 3:30AM this morning, but I’m not that worried because I slept a lot this weekend, and even waking at 3:30AM I still managed six hours or so of sleep. After I woke I watched some videos. My sons are both asking for musical instruments. I hope they don’t become emo kids. At least, if they’re emo kids, they’ll get the girls.
I have this persistent image running through my mind of my last nerve, a raw nerve, exposed. That’s how I feel lately. Raw. Exposed. Meditation helps cover the raw nerve with medicine. Hard to explain. Last night I read about mantras online. I even listened to a few on the web. Some of them sound like commercialized Bollywood versions. I did find a cool one chanted by a Tibetan refugee at this site:

http://www.religionfacts.com/buddhism/symbols/om_mani_padme_hum.htm

Here’s another site, but I don’t think all the links work:

http://www.sinc.sunysb.edu/Clubs/buddhism/music/music.html

I’d consider driving into work early, but I have a long, long day ahead of me, and I kind of want to play hoops before work. Trains passing. More later.