Yes, yes. I meditate every evening, with my WiFi disabled. I go into a dark bedroom, open the blinds, open the west-facing sliding door, and look at the darkening sky. The screen door is closed so that our house-panthers don’t walk out and become coyote snacks. It took me decades, but I’m now not afraid to go to bed at night (instead of staying up to the wee hours [I suspect it’s the FOMO rearing its emotional head at me]). HOWEVER, when it’s time to really gets some solitude, it’s up to our property and make a fire. Boil some water. Drink tea. And listen. Re-attempt some mediation and get into a fugue state (really). All the while, I’m sober. No devil’s lettuce necessary! That’s for later, eh.
friday, may 31 2024 glamour photos from the construction site






