Coming Down

Day 10

So much for all the highfalutin stuff. Most mornings I just want to sleep. Afternoons I usually have to run off to a doctor’s appointment or make calls about selling the Roadtrek . Who cares? Retreat is still happening—sitting in the dentist’s chair, on the phone, walking on the beach, taking a nap.

My life is beginning to slow down. Any activity becomes all the more pronounced. I’m detoxing from my frenetic life. Right now my mind feels fuzzier than when I began the retreat. Maybe it’s from slowing down; maybe it’s the toxic rubber smell from our “organic” mattress after putting it out in the sun. Who knows? Even a toxic mattress is part of the plan.