Sunday
On Sunday a lot of us felt like shit from sleeping on the ground for two days and lack of sleep. But everyone was generally polite. A lot of the more hardcore ppl were clamoring for a daytime meditation before they left but it just didn’t happen. I was trying to get us to do a meditation where we imagine turning into a dolphin and fly into space -– Before you knock that as totally ridiculous, which would be fair, its comes straight out of celia hatch’s handbook and is reminiscent of the best piece of literature in the 20th century – “Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.” Plus, it seemed like good comic relief to just have fun and let loose. Anyways, it didn’t happen, but we did our remote…