I’ve emerged enough to be able to type again. In the middle of the dark moment there, I muttered aloud, why am i doing this? Speaking aloud to yourself really helps. Or at least it helps me: I heard the question as though some else was asking. Why AM I doing this? Let’s check in with the intentions.
10 AM – When I was meditating yesterday day I felt this bubble of fury build up in me. A sphere of fiery red energy ballooned up and I was surrounded by anger, defensiveness, and fear. Could it be that as the fast proceeds and my body consumes the as-of-yet undigested burritos still stored in my intestines for God knows how long, that I would, on a parallel track, work through as-of-yet undigested emotions?