Neighbours complaining about someoneβs dog making an awful racket. You could hardly blame the poor beast, its owner had died in her bed at least a fortnight before and there hadnβt been much left of the old girl worth eating.
Divide the constant tide and random noisiness of energetic flow, with conscious recurring moments of empty mind, solitude, gratitude and deep...slow...breathing. Of this, the natural law of self-preservation demands.