"Not every day feels perfect and complete. Some days feel different than that. It's as if sometime during the night I slipped into someone else's body or life. I awake with a sense of foreignness, unfamiliarity. Sort of like when I was first born into this body way back when.
Sage and my altar become ceremonial anchors on days like this; my yoga and meditation is a patient waiting for my remembrances to return.
All is well, I think to myself, even if at this moment I feel otherwise.
Outside I hear the rain pelting gently on the window and recall it is the voice of the universe.
Today I will be mindful of the curious perceptions and wait for them to pass." -- November 16, 2010
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