Every morning, and throughout the day, frightened for my life, I checked emails, every message, every newsletter. I had to ask myself, what was it I was looking for? These are not mirrors, but was I searching them through self vanity? I have to let that go, though many of them guided my way. I’m deeply sorry to the creators of these communications, but I have to pay attention. To the world around me, to the dharma, to self protection. Sometimes they came like gifts, some came almost like violence, I’ll still take a look through my email occasionally throughout the day, but I’m turning to twitter, where I can hear directly from artists and writers, and the reporting I hold so dear, and perhaps some distance, where I can go briefly to be inspired, from all voices. I’m still listening, but I have to embrace a larger world.