This is a post mostly for myself, but if you are reading it, it might be for you too. I allowed myself a luxury of a day of doing nothing but spending time deep in meditation. The dome loft is perfect for this. From the outside, the dome looks like this small little place, a brown home in a desolate landscape. But walk inside and the space grows. It's snug and cozy and expansive at the same time. It's safe and perfect for doing all kinds of internal walkabouts on the ephemerial planes or just hanging with your friends. The heat outside is evaporative. It dries all the shit from your brain. The noise disappears. It is swallowed by the heat, the rock and the silence of the desert. The wind blows. In the pines. In the windows. Across my skin, caressing softer than a kiss. Inside, I run the swamp cooler, moist air fills the space.
It had been some time since I opened up a direct channel to talk. I needed some help, some advice, fine tuning my frequency. I had some medicine. I took the medicine. I trusted myself. The answers flowed.
I had some surprising revelations. One might say I'm bored with living my "dream life". With the recurring challenges of survival, consulting/freelance feast or famine. Riding up or down the spiral. I'm ready for an adventure. I *want* an adventure. I'm looking for someone worthy to follow. (Believe me, this is an idea that has never occurred to me.) To surrender to. (Again, WTF are you thinking Heather? But maybe you've never met anyone worth surrendering to...) A worthy opponent? A new collaboration? A King or commander? Perhaps an agent of fortune.
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