It's funny, but I find myself in great need of a couple of hours a week of quiet time by myself. It is very difficult to have any clear reflection or meditation in the constant "demand field" of others' presence and the exhausted fog of shift work.
The one place I seem to find it is when I slip away to the Humidor on the weekend for a couple of hours with a fine cigar and coffee. I guess these are my sacred plants.
This is the time when I can read Sacred Hoop, The Mist-Filled Path, Shaman UK, or Poet-Kitty's Shamanism/Enlightenment blog in peace, un-distracted.
I don't know how anyone can have an honest understanding of themselves or the universe around them without at least a minimum of private time, especially time rested, awake, alert, and un-stressed.
I am grateful for this time.
Thank you for reading.
Dan
Words are the mind's bridge - its connection to all the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - its connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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