Fracture

I was happily eating a piece of toast yesterday when my tooth broke in two. This was not an unfamiliar occurrence. I had bad dental care as a child. My few natural teeth are riddled with fillings.The rest are pricey crowns. 

This most recent deterioration of my pearly whites was a reminder, albeit unwelcome, that I am a biological machine in the process of physiological decline. Not big news at 62, but a helpful reminder. 

The point of my practice is not immortality, unlike some religious practices. My practice aids me tremendously in dealing with the reality of aging. My tooth is fractured, but my life is as whole as it can be in the moment. This is the point of my practice.