Moving-out day today. With the carrier coming at 8am and the body exhausted, it hardly seemed possible that I’d wake early enough to sit. (No, I don’t use techno-aids to awaken.)
How interesting then, to be woken up on the dot of 5am by the merry tinsel-town tune of the door-chimes!
Particularly interesting, since they are still disconnected and this time there are no electrical storms around.
That ‘fickle finger of fate’, a-k-a Grace, has been over-riding mere physicality again. It seems to support sunyata-addicts. It’ll do anything, anything, to wake one up from the big dream. Hmmm, that feels pretty nice, if a touch scary.