I go out, and back in again, out and back in again. The non duality calls peel it all away and i know myself as the now. I get off the call and im asleep worrying about that call i should make to my Dad (while seething with pangs of rage fluctuated by sickening repulsion and immobilising fear).
I dont mind. Im practising not minding that im a clown fish. Im okay too with the ways that my deeply ingrained blueness likes work and has found comfort in order.
Theres plenty of order in the space but its taking some counter intuative relaxing to enter in. And that was clear; from when i was little - why do most people get crusty when they age. Because they decline the letting go of things theyve worked so hard for. They form attachments like grand ole idols, golden calfs that keep them in the desert. They get over the river but dont actually enter the promised land. (Moses).
As we continue, each day napping away the hours, i pray you take great delight in each time you wake, with simple gratitude that you even can and that the joy is in hearing yourself snore so loud, you can wake yourself up over and over.
What a funny game.