When there’s no skunk ominously parading by to snap me to attention, my mind logs off. With no one watching me I practice like a test pattern: steady but boring.
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Getting High
I guess it’s a generational thing. I like to get high. I am always on the lookout for anything that takes me out of ordinary reality, ordinary time. Today, I did a lot of deliberately heavy breathing, which in yoga-speak is called pranyama. I forced air into and out of my nose at a blistering … Continue reading Getting High