Updated: Apr 17
Hey it's just another night back in frigid, rigid, New Yawk City.
For those of us who are feral, aging creates space" in our lives. Surprisingly my trip to Costa Rica was very dull, sexually speaking. The nature, the "wild creatures" and especially the ocean were a feast for the senses.
In the past I relished my Buddhist period where there seemed to be more contemplation, more dialogue, less of the dichotomy of good and bad. That’s why Buddhism or what I call my own brand of “California Buddhism” worked better for me than sitting in a church with pews listening to sermons. Problem is all the workshops (for attaining higher and higher levels of enlightenment in the "Shambhala sect") get really expensive-no financial aid for seniors. So I stopped. Again, another example of my self-isolation. To seek out a community, to embrace being with others is challenging to those of us who consider themselves to be feral...
I can bare my soul in my writing, because I’m secure in the knowledge that I’m unknown.
Goodnight. "God, help me to believe the truth about myself, no matter how beautiful it is" LET ME OWN IT. Not just rent..then the serenity prayer...