Tomorrow I leave on retreat, so I'm packing and grocery shopping and trying to remember what I forgot. Once there, there is no leaving or talking, so I'll have to live with what I brought. It is amazing, however, about how the obsession with food drops away when I'm on retreat. Away from the subtle pressures of culture, I don't worry about what to eat, or feel hungry, or not enjoy what is before me. It's freeing.
I hope this time to draw a bit and tackle watercolors again, and also write about what is happening. I will do this the old fashioned way, with a pencil and pen on paper. It's good to switch from computer and keyboard every so often. I remember when that was all I did, and then typed with carbons if I wanted to save anything. There is something about the act of crossing out - drawing a line through something I've written, that is powerful. Erasing has its effect also.
So maybe one last burger before I go. It's me and the nuts and veggies at retreat. Squirrel time.
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