Newfound Presence
My car accident plays an influential role in my practice in that my brain, in particular my memory, is messed up. My memory is a bit like Swiss cheese, with holes, with chunks missing or inaccessible. I have yet to note a discernible pattern to these gaps. Sometimes, I can recall events of my childhood with some clarity, but have no recollection of a birthday from last year. Or sometimes, as I am up and moving to another room for something, along the way, I forget what I am going to do.
While this may seem a negative outcome, a positive outcome of this reality that more than balances things out from my point of view, is that I dwell in the present more. I am able to sustain such presence longer as psychic clutter from the past or future doesn’t as readily enter my sense doors.
This in turn, reinforces my meditation practice.