Day Two Hundred and Ten

Wishing well to all beings tonight. Considering all of my negative thinking as if each thought were a being in need of equanimity. This brings up the probability that each thought has its own life, whether wholesome or unwholesome. This is unsettling, for it is easy to consider negative thinking as not mine, but none of it is mine.

Metta does not feel like thought although it starts that way. It feels like awareness, which feels like a resting place, a healing place where all beings, all thoughts are healed, where right views walk nobly.