Editing and Shifting Routines
I spent the morning editing videos and slides to match the new PDFs — a productive rhythm, even in this makeshift holiday. It had me asking: what is a holiday?
I took a trip away from my everyday habits, and it spun me a little. It’s difficult to stay disciplined when routines dissolve and environments keep changing. But perhaps this is the test: not how well we perform in ideal conditions, but how firmly we hold our disciplines when the ground beneath shifts.
Gym and Paddy Fields
I went to the gym, only to realize the exercise I needed didn’t involve weights at all — something I could have done back at the hotel. Later, I moved to a new hotel by the paddy fields. It felt like a relief: quiet, no parties, a soft bed. They even upgraded me, which felt like grace meeting me halfway.
Food, Rock, and Puppies
At my favorite restaurant, a big party was underway. The food was too good to resist, and I ate meat and fish — things I rarely touch anymore. It felt like a treat after so long.
Later, I climbed Mihili Rock, with its vast Buddha looking over the land. On the way, I met a mother dog and her puppy. I found a cup and gave the mother water while the puppy fed. Small acts like this remind me: rushing gets in the way of presence. Too often, I move like there’s danger at my back, like I’m running out of time. But when we slow down, we remember that presence is the real destination.
Breath and Connection
Back at the hotel, I did some breathing practice, then returned to the restaurant for dinner. I saw the same homeless man as before and gave him food and money.
Later, I spoke to Pen — a grounding moment. I’m grateful for the people who know me and walk with me, especially when the world of social media pulls with its strange energies. A friend posted something, which drew me back online after months away. I noticed how one collaborator had left my reel, while another global network had begun sharing my videos. It felt like balance in motion — one door closing, another opening.
Being, Not Losing
After a small joint, I felt the spin but went inward. My higher self was steady, reminding me: space is not loss. What we think is loss is simply transforming.
The choice is always the same: resist, or accept. And when we accept, the flow carries us.
Tomorrow, I may rise at 4:30 for the train, or perhaps the afternoon will be the real departure. Nothing is confirmed yet. But this is the deeper teaching: we are not lost in uncertainty — we are carried by it.
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