I am reading Cousineau's The Art of Pilgrimage. Today, I am with the words of Nietzsche: "Never trust a thought that didn't come by walking." I leave today for a retreat, a silent retreat, five nights, camping, meditating, both sitting and walking, and working to keep us fed and nourished in all ways. I am prepared in one way and yet I've never gone that long without speech. How will that be? I'm told it is best to leave all electronic devices at home, not that they would work where I'll be anyway, but it's funny to feel how attached I am to cords, bed, shower, toilet, and I'm excited too.
Chris topped $25,000 early this morning in his Kickstarter campaign. A man in Denmark was happy to put him over the top. It is hard to explain how this feels to me. A mother loves her sons. I have two absolutely wonderful sons, and I love them, and they fill me with joy and bliss. They did in the womb, and they continue to do so now.
It has been a hectic few weeks, and now, I enter silence, communion, connection, and yet, when I woke this morning after a few hours sleep, I felt once again how clearly we all are one.