There was an itchy spot on my shin when I sat down to meditate this morning, and I scratched it in surprise. Upon examination, the tiny crescent of blisters and its tiny adjoining constellation of the same revealed themselves to be poison ivy, which was hardly surprising since I have been tramping in and out of the woods across the way every day to check my wildlife camera.
In general, I'm fortunate not to be affected by many of life's dermatological irritants. I don't know if mosquitoes avoid me, or if I don't have a reaction to their bites, or a combination of both, but I can live my life repellent-free without consequence. The same usually goes for poisonous plants, although I am careful to avoid them.
But, I have noticed that the older I get? The more accident-prone I seem to be. Six decades on, my unconscious doesn't seem quite as sharp as perhaps it once was, and so I must be more consciously mindful.
I guess it's a good thing I started my day with meditation!
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