Super early practice this morning. I was surprised at how easy it was to get out of bed.
On that note, I think I have a magic bed. It’s brand new and sleeping on it now brings a cornucopia of vivid, easily remembered, intense dreams. I’m not normally a dreamer (when I’m sleeping anyway)- if I dream they don’t stick. Not the last couple weeks. There’s a lot of material in there. The other day I dreamed up a facility for treating contaminated ocean water. Ok, I’m a nerd. Fine. Not to worry- there’s some quite spicy stuff too. Just don’t want to put any x-rated garb on the blog just yet.
Eka pada is getting noticeably easier, in spite of the season. I’m not used to making many strides in the winter. Perhaps it’s just a matter of getting used to this.
The doldrums of my last post were more illuminated later in the day. Small sentences can do wonders. Negative feedback loops can accelerate things very quickly. Things are more colorful now, more ‘normal.’ Though distinctly different. The same places and sights, but everything…feels different, foreign. A good thing? One day at a time. I’ve got this big fat gun I’m looking to jump. I sit like a stubborn child forced to wait to play until it stops raining, staring out the window, watching for blue sky.
Back to work kid. We got lots to do. So let’s do it well and we’ll play when we’re done.
