In this kind of weather, it all feels the same from 7am to
7pm. I got up at 7am and I strolled
around the campground admiring all the trees, mossy fallen logs, and
plants. I walked to the Hol River and
washed my hands and feet. The river
water is very clean and had a beautiful blue green color. I walked to the amphitheatre and the roofs
are all dressed in moss. I stood and did
stretches. I was surprised at how sore
my body was from the lack of movement. A bit of stretching did the job.
I felt like meditating and reciting so I went back into
the tent and then I fell asleep for over three hours. I woke up at noon.
I decided to try again and sat in the car to meditate and
recite instead, take two. I felt a
heaviness when I started. I couldn’t
quite find my rhythm. I finally felt a
lightness at the end. Yup, it never
fails, always delivers, meditation and recitation, totally reliable in clearing things up and healing everything. Today was a good day for meditation and
contemplation.
Is it beautiful?
Does it have a beautiful view?
Tent location in the site, is it flat?
Tent location in the site, good fengsui?
How far is the restroom?
Today's contemplation, “It’s all written in the stars. I don’t need to worry about anything. Just do good.” Just like that the weight of mud, rain, and
humidity no longer felt like a sluggish burdensome blanket of sloth. The air became light, full of life source,
filling my lungs with hope and nurture.
And I felt calm, sedated, stable, cool and refreshed. My head became light, peaceful, serene, and
joyful. I am grateful to be able to be
here. 
The despair and hopelessness were gone. A little fatigue lingers. What pain lies underneath the anger? What fight, plight, do I struggle for? What lies are hiding underneath the
distraction of all that anger? Who is
running this game of lies? Why did I
fall for it? Why do I keep going with
it? What faults, wrong am I harboring,
delaying true transformation, clarity, and happiness? Who else am I trying to corrupt, infect,
destroy with this? I too draw blood at
times. It will stop here with me.
I hope mushrooms won’t be growing out of my tent or in my
car. The afternoon was a break from rain
for four whole hours. High Mountain Tea really
hits the spot in this weather. At 7pm
giant mosquitoes swamped the campsites.
They have been hiding for days and this was their first appearance. I prefer the downpour over invasion and take
over of mosquitoes.
A saw a slug crawl across the tent and then I heard a
“thud” and the slug was gone. It somehow
rolled off and lost its grip.
The restroom gets cleaned here at 2pm.
The restroom gets cleaned here at 2pm.
