More on the Hug and It's After-Snuggle.

I was going to say aftershock, but I'm not in shock. I'm in snuggle. I feel warmth radiate from my heart. A tenderness tugs at me towards everything. Spectacular bugs crawl on and in my tent. I like them. I talk to them. If they're pretty, I let them stay. They stay out of my way.

There's a cat here. Actually, two. One yowls lots on my walkway. The other is more tame. Cuter. It's nice to pet a cat. It seems so normal, but it's nice. I went to the movies Saturday night. I don't like going to the movies normally, but I was so hungry to do something that wasn't going to move me to tears and open my soul further. We saw, Away We Go with Mia Rudolph and that cute guy from the American version of "The Office." It was cute, romantic and screamingly funny. Again, it was nice to feel kind of normal. For a bit. Especially when things here get so very--I don't know how to put it. Synchronous. You think of someone and they appear. Or like what happened to me Thursday, you try to sleep in and miss 4am yoga and your teacher spends the morning concentrating on you and praying for you to get to class until you literally hear his voice and wake up and drag your sleepy self to class.

That's how things are. I like it. It's good, but apparently this happens to everyone during their season. It gets kind of overwhelming. Not that I was ever going to be a regular person anyway, but c'mon. I'm at peace with how "out there" I am and am continuously becoming. I use vibe speak without irony. My chakras are clear. I am sensitive to energies and right now I'm not wearing shoes. By the time I leave, I know that I'll be so moonbeam rain-warrior that I'll just float. But isn't that why I came?

This wasn't about the darshon at all. Oh well. But in a way it was. What I learned from Amma was how to be holy human. So getting patted down with a tissue and being lifted away just when I got into the hug is a small price to pay.