What is more distasteful is the idea of withering away in front of my family. I was a child when I saw my parents wither and die (though quite quickly), and it's traumatic. I can't stand the thought of that.
My last blog had an image of rowing across a lake to some other-worldly place. I dreamt about that place last night. I was on the beach looking at it, meditating on it. I was with other people who were also looking at the sky or the lake. Before that I dreamed about shoes that had a magical pink aura -- it was almost like pink smoke. I wonder what that means.
Maybe pink smoke coming out of shoes means that one is being over-dramatic and should shut up about it?