Today, it was an hour of Yoga. When I do yoga, I start seeing the artifacts of my mind not as content but as... artifacts of the mind. And realize that fixing the mind is is the trap, the thousand-headed hydra.
Letting it go rampant, just watching, realizing that it is just a phenomenon, observe it's lava-like boiling is an exciting new experience.
Yesterday, at the precise second I gave myself a moment of surrender, Mark sent the center of attention my way and I let the room shift, offering it as a space for creation.
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