The first photie was taken a couple of afternoons ago when I was able to get on my bike now that diggings and plantings up the allotment are, more or less, complete.
My allotment is half the size it once was, so it's just a joy to have it really. Not too much work and there is always the hut for sitting in.
By little, little baby steps every day or so, the mediations continue to develop. It's hard to see how it can ever stop or reach some terminus until I'm dead. Or have gone demented. Even then.
You might get "dry" spells with the bliss, but I'm certainly not in one at the moment. The other night I spent two hours in the bath after my training session. It's not like lying in the bath recovering from a long run (in the past now unfortunately), but I had trained hard at the shadow boxing and such like and was tired enough, but there are degrees. But when I was doing the road running, I couldn't do that bliss in the bath. Because Lama Rinchen told me never to meditate with my eyes closed, I don't count lying in the bath as meditating and I do shut my eyes. Stronger and better.
After an hour or so the cannabutter coffee came on and that was me for another hour. Once you get the thoughts calmed, you get the hit off the cannabutter and the "hit" from the bliss co-mingling, and I didn't want to get out of the bath. Because I'd spent two hours in the bath, when I came out, there was no time for any writing, or anything else much. Like now, only time for the beer. Liverpool are about to win (I hope) the European Cup in Paris. Kick off, right now. Come on, the scousers who boo-ed the National Anthem and the Duck of Cambridge recently. Come on, the reds!
Lama Rinchen asked if she could stay with me in August on her way to the Samye Ling and whatnot. Be interesting to see how far the baby steps have gone by then.
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