Sunday, August 29, 2010
Sitting here I'm reminded of a story I heard once. A young yogi asked his guru "What do you do when you find Nirvana?" His teacher said "Wash your dirty dishes." Arriving here today may be as close to Nirvana as I get. After a couple calls, a couple bolts of booze and a stogie (thanks Vern), I did the dishes that accumulated on our over-nighter from Fort Bragg.
It is such a relief to be here. I am reminded of a Charlie Musselwhite lyric: "Doubts fell like rain, my mind was flooded." That's me, my doubts were drowning me for a couple of weeks before we left. I finally resorted to some unused sleeping pills that had been prescribed a while back, or I wouldn't have been able to sleep.
Still got a ways to go, but the real heavy lifting may be over.