My brain is mush, as is my body.  I slept eleven hours last night and some more today.  Wayward, floating, wide open spaces … sounds transformational but actually it’s some type of virus.

(Oh … this is going to be a short post!)

This weekend is a Zoom retreat for the Core group of the Evolutionary Collective – six hours a day.  If you subtract for breaks, it’s about four-and-a-half hours of focusing.  On the words of the teacher, on the words when people share in the large group, on the words of my partner when we’re doing a practice.

I just didn’t have it.  Sentences drifted off into the ether, with their meanings invisible to me.  My mind floated away as well.  All I could do was “be with” my fellow members as best as I could, and silently love them.

But the sun was setting on Bruce …

This afternoon I decided not to attend the retreat today.  Four more hours would be beyond my grasp.  It was a good decision.  I’ll listen to the recording this week.

I woke up mid-afternoon from a long slumber.  I had closed the blinds.  And this is what I beheld:

Gifts always find a way