After Michael's run today...

he drops onto the carpet and starts calling out the names of his stretches as he moves:


"Downward dog....." [He bends into the typical upward V of this pose]

"Upward dog..." [...then lays flat on his belly and curves his upper body into a Cobra-like position]

"Barking dog..." [...as he yells 'woof, woof, woof' at the top of his lungs.]

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"The wise ones fashioned speech with their thought, sifting it as grain is sifted through a sieve."

~The Buddha

FoV again

So tonight I spent several hours buying a new tent, putting it up, and testing all my equipment. The whole time I was thinking, thinking, thinking. Every time an FoV event comes around, I know I'm due for some serious growth. I can almost predict that I'll spend some time shaking in fright or some other emotion, trying to figure out what the hell I'm doing there. (And my internal sassy gay friend is practically yelling "What, what, WHAT are you DOING???")

There will also be moments when I transcend myself and stop caring about anything related to my transient neuroses, moments when the other Keepers shine shine shine, and I just watch and listen in awe.

Sometimes, I imagine that I've come a long way on my path.

I think FoV is probably the hardest and most rewarding Priestly work I've ever done, and I believe it has changed me.

This time, I feel a little more solid than I have in the past: a little less tumultuous, a little less buffeted by the ebb and flow of this process.

Still, I have no. fucking. idea. what I'm doing.

Not really. But this time, I'm OK with it.