Trying to figure out what’s going on inside. This is the latest:
I need to do my chores and not think about it too much. I don’t know that we weren’t supposed to work at all for our food, to not grow it, shop for it, cook it, eat it. So go do at least some of that and see how you feel
I need to be outside. I went off to the bluff to do poo crew and felt great when I came back. I went to pick up shit and came back feeling amazing. What’s up with that? Purpose…
Need to be with people even if I’m writing. So if I’m going to do this writing thing, I need to go to the library and do it there
I need some time to do nothing. This thing of becoming present of my body, of nature, of things around me like eating and walking, it’s revolutionary. I need to stop trying so damn hard and maybe write about that someday, after I’ve done it a long time and maybe can go back to ‘doing’ something
Last day of camp for RB. We had a salmon dinner tonight and packed to fly to SF tomorrow. I had work to do as well as home stuff.
The camp leaders said RB was great to have around. He was definitely a novelty. He is thin compared to the other campers, more active in some ways, more hesitant in others. They finally resorted to Google Translate to communicate better.
I think my mood is better having another lively body around. I’m not like wildly happy, but it’s made a difference.