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In the evenings I used to love to read.

Now when I try I cannot. I find myself instead dragged back to the mat, my eyes forced closed, my mind forced silent, my attention focused upon what I can only describe as patterns within my system being shifted, moved, adjusted, aligned. It is like watching a map emerge, or the remapping of abstractions rendered in a peculiarly perceivable form. Sometimes I struggle to make sense of it, and them. Mostly I just observe.

It is a strange thing, this training. It is full of questions.

2 Comments Post a comment
  1. quietly waving hello in your direction :-)

    August 14, 2016
  2. yes!

    August 14, 2016

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