The decisions to be made are pounding on the door, confusion reigns. They are demanding an audience. Possibilities are endless, true enough, but making a choice is such a heavy burden. There is so very much riding on each choice.
Some day, before too long, I will sleep through the night. I will listen to classical music again. I will eat a meal without indigestion. I will not feel sick when the phone rings.
In the meantime, I will stack rocks, one on top of another. I will focus on the balance, the beauty, the patience of the practice. I will imagine the rocks breathing a yogic breath as they struggle to maintain their positions.
And when they fall, I will stack them again. And again. And again, ad infinitum. Until I am no longer needed as a rock stacker. Until I am needed elsewhere.