The best way I can think of to convey how it felt to go through this week, studying and working and healing so deeply, is to submit the following [100% true] series of thoughts surrounding the green canvas of my tent, over time…

Day 1: …bzzzzzzz…bzzzzzzzz…durrrrrrrp

The emerald city

Day 2, 3: I can’t seem to get the windowshades quite right. And it’s a tad damp in the mornings. Can any bugs crawl in here?

Day 4: Wow, it’s wild to be awakened by birds…and there is a crazy burning ball in the sky! I fear it but should probably worship it. I sense it will bring great abundance to my people, in about 3 months.

Day 5: Mmm, this tent is fantastic. I’ve never slept so well. Good morning, green canvas friend. I’m off for morning meditation.

Day 6: I LIVE IN AN EMERALD!! [scampers down garden path]

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March 25th, 2009 Heather Says:

ha, ha…
imagination, open heart, quiet mind…oala!
craggy tent-house = beautiful gem.
cool.

March 27th, 2009 Sunny Says:

Tents used to have that affect on me, then I guess it got old… or maybe it was that it started raining EVERY TIME we went camping, so we would have to set the tent up again to dry out when we got home.

Now I am in love with my bed. I always miss it when I go anywhere, even for a night.

March 27th, 2009 Sunny Says:

I meant to say “I guess I got old.” It is way past my bedtime…

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