soul gas. karmic fart.

hwubby awakes and says, many bad dreams. i say, do you remember any of it? he says, nooooh. i say, the yogic scriptures say that we put up less resistance in sleep than during waking state, these dreams could and may be stuff that have to come up in order to go. i can see something going through hwubby's mind. he says, i see, the soul passing gas. i chuckle and say, that's right, karmic fart. what a relief. gas come. gas go. no need to get into it like going through the garbage bin contents.

i am a perfect moon reflecting the sun. 38 m + 19 m

for the record for future reference, it has taken 3 days after the travel to portland to return to my home meditation practice rhythm. it was like that for the previous trp as well.

this is precious knowledge. now i know there's no cause to worry when, during the first 3 days upon return, i can't get up as early as i'd like. there's nothing wrong with the body not budging. it's taking its time to do its thing. right, my intelligent body? and there's no need to panic when the mind, in the dark winter night, goes, o, i can meditate just as well lying down. it's just some residual habitual tendency. let it come as long as i let it go.