Good meditations today. Good as in I did them and there wasn’t even that much resistance, thank goodness. The dog doesn’t count.
On the other hand, noticing the raw currents of my thoughts and feelings has its ups and downs.
Sir Terry Pratchett writes of a fantasy blend of coffee that makes one “knurd”. This messes with your reality just as much as alcohol does, but in the opposite direction: Your clarity, memory, and understanding of the world sharpens to uncomfortable and then unbearable levels. In a strike of pure genius, one of his characters, a recovering alcoholic, is described as being naturally knurd to a small degree. He kept intuitively trying to find balance, and missing horribly. But I digress.
I’m feeling a little knurd today. It’s normal and I’ll adapt, but still a little uncomfortable.
