Not only did my mind become completely transformed at the retreat, but I cracked my head on my car, so my frontal lobe has been rearranged as well. However, returning home to a kitchen looking like a bomb hit it was a slight setback in my consciousness, but today I feel happy again. I have let go of all hope that we will ever have a refrigerator in an appropriate place, or a table and chairs in the center of the room, as we had in the good old days before the deluge. As Jim Carrey says in "When Nature Calls, Ace Ventura Pet Detective", I'm in my essential creaminess.
The retreat was a spiritual treasure, but going with my dear friend was an especial pleasure as well. We haven't seen a lot of each other recently, and it was good to talk and eat and share our responses to the dharma talks.
Now I'm going to look forward to some time with friends here, then a visit of our daughter, her fiance, and our granddaughter. It will be our son's birthday. And then a visit up north with my best friend. I have such a good life.
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