Vipassana's a Sham

There is a theme. An energy is infusing my day, paving its own way, inspiring me to weave some words to say: Non-action ain't all that.

My reasons are threefold:

1. I spent the day cultivating a serious thirst. Said thirst may have even been more accurately described as dehydration (especially unwise in light of this fourth day of fasting - yet, I'll save the trials and tribulations of voluntary starvation for another time). Steeped in the teachings of Vipassana, I observed this thirst; I felt it fully, allowing it it's full expression. My thirst did not dissipate. My thirst did not gracefully slip away into the ethers of like sankaras. I surrendered to it's clawing call, lips chapped, skin scaly, broke down and drank some frickin' water.

Problem solved.

2. I noticed a familiar pressure building in my bladder. Again, I observed. I breathed into the expansive fullness in my second chakra region, only to discover that the longer I sat with it, the more it grew. Again, I threw my vipassana out the window, and peed.

Instant relief.

3. An unsightly bump erupted on my chin. I let it do its thing for a day or so, allowing the blemish its own expression of itself without judgment or prodding. Still, Thursday's television taping stint loomed loudly in the back of my brain. I broke down and squeezed. An hour after the fact, having bathed the broken bump in a blessed alchemical combination of Ascended Health's Triple Skin Healing Oil and Hydrogen Peroxide, there is no trace of this morning's blemish.

I'm thinking to skip this year's ten-day sit.