Because my head needs sorting out.

July 23rd, 2009

The ground is really, really, really COLD!!! I went bare foot because my head needs sorting out. The ground is like ice, although there is no frost. I guess it did pull me down to it and I can still feel the smarting on the soles of my feet. Is this some form of self-flagellation!? Is there an insight to be gained here? I certainly didn’t spare any time for the tree, poured water, placed the incense, felt it laughing at me (yes, that), looked up through its naked arms to the remaining stars, planets, the simmering light of dawn and said, I’m out of here, as the cold ate into my pink skin, and bits of wet stuff stuck to me.

I am feeling off-centre, it was an attempt to restore harmony, or to kick start the process, to lose the dead spot my teacher’s passing has created. I can still feel the cold on my soles.