I had a nightmare last night that death touched me on my right arm with its long nails. It scared me as I tried to turn around to face it from my left side on the bed. But I couldn't. It was a struggle that lasted about a minute or so.
Finally, it disappeared. During that time I chanted all Buddhist hymns I could remember.
Even though my children are still young, they have slowly matured and learned to take care of themselves. My son can cook simple meals and knows how to use kitchen tools. He helps and protects his younger sister sometimes. She, on the other hand, can handle house chores. They can clean their own toilet and bathroom. They know their way around the house and the neighborhood.
I've gradually lived with less and less and fewer and fewer things. Preparing children to live on their own is my focus.
