psychedelic lollipop

Early Monday morning I decided to change my life almost entirely, sometime between the end of my first 34 minutes of sitting (3:50a) and the last word on the third page of my Morning Pages (5:45a) – those very rich two hours I’m gifted each morning I wake up. Seeds of decisions loitering in this wacky mind, spontaneous decisions appearing right then and there.

I believe the first urge for significant change came walking out of one of ‘those meetings’ just after 8:30 Friday morning. Then a larger push came Saturday afternoon, on my return of the out-and-back Bob Jones Trail hike, when synchronicity had me passing the home of the White Heron Sangha as members filed out from the first day of a weekend ‘session.’ I got to talking to a middle-aged Asian woman, splashing questions everywhere out into the day, and she kept saying, “Look at the website. Look at the website.” So Zen-like.

Anyway, I did, and tumblers began tumbling and all of a sudden it’s six in the morning yesterday and I could feel the changes – actually kind of experiencing  organically the quality of cool decisions as a whole – embodied and scatterbrained.

The specifics are not a big deal, it’d feel like yackety yack all over the place hoping to explain. But, I will tell you this: I’m off to work at the YMCA in a little while; it’s been crazy windy in San Luis Obispo while all this has been going on; and I’m four days older than I was on my way to a dermatology follow-up Friday morning. Still here.