This is an expression of belated well-wishes and BIG LOVE for everyone, and especially for Triesti and midget's shared sweetheart, good ol' Colson.
For midget's aunt, Myra, this had been her first time on a meditation retreat. Myra seems to have come out of it okay, but just in case, the Timekeeper was the one who endorsed her enrollment, so if anything broke in auntie, Mom, it's his fault.
As for Triesti and midget who have done this before, the ride had never been so smooth. It's a wonderful shock to find that it no longer hurt either body, mind or wallet to meditate intermittently for 11 hours, from 04:00 until 21:00, every day.
At home, though, the zombification side-effects from practicing monastic vows of silence and lifestyles started to show: Midget lost her house keys, forgot how to type and spent hours staring at the shower knob, trying to remember how to turn it on.
Catching up with Triesti, who reported similar experiences, they decided to postpone all high-level mental activities (including showering) until they recover more psychomotor coordination & psychosocial skills, and concentrate on cursing fucking EATING MEAT for a few more days.
Or not. (^_^) i miss blogging, brain! Dezombify already!!
Never ever before I received well-wishes, let alone LOVE, from not one but two ex-zombies. I send my good wishes, love and admiration in return.
ReplyDeleteI feel great now :). You know: two zombie-ladies. No wonder I experience the kind of elevation one has after being awarded a Nobel prize, winning Wimbledon, listening to Glenn Gould or getting slightly intoxicated after a few glasses of real good Bordeaux ...
Well,the sad truth is I myself will never be able to match your Puncak kind self discipline.. But since literature can work miracles I instead am counting on your stories about being a temporary monk (and other ways of being strange) :).
You are too cute for words <3
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