Rock and Roll

Just lately, I've been having to cope with the various aches, pains and embarrassing noises that older bodies like mine make from time to time and I've come to the conclusion that physical embodiment may not be all it's cracked up to be.

My 95 year old dad is now finally home from the hospital but it seems to me that he has lost interest in living. He's tired and worn out and is currently taking very little nourishment, and he's rejecting the care we've put in to help him stay at home. I'm struggling to find the dignity in this but he is still mentally competent and can make his own choices so there's not much I can do - except watch him die inch-by-inch I guess.

Reflecting on his deteriorating situation and my own condition, I had one of those "a-ha!" moments the other day and decided that I would focus my practice on becoming a rock rather than an enlightened human being. In fact, I am determined to be reborn as a rock next time around.

Any old rock composition will do (I don't really care what I'll look like but hopefully I won't have too many sharp edges). However, as I've been vertically challenged all my life, I do want to be a BIG thin rock (anything with a height of more than six feet would do) in my next life. I know there are drawbacks to this as I won't get to travel much - unless I'm picked up and thrown somewhere other than where I find myself, of course.

But there are advantages too: I won't need to worry about getting a mortgage, going to work every day or paying the council tax. Mind you I am a bit worried about how rocks might reproduce as I could get bored with being a rock on my own and want to move further up the karmic geosphere. Are there male rocks and female rockettes I wonder ?

Anyway, I'm determined to rock and roll on into the future so I'll keep you posted.