Floral Notes and Bardo: Sink So Sweet
Slept in a house last night which has a kitchen sink — and a shower. Fell asleep so delicious — clean body, hot shower, clean, soft sheets. Felt like a feral cat who had been brought in and cleaned up. Now the sun is rising out the window above the kitchen sink. I’ve been up since 4:30. Decided to rise despite the low number of hours in the sack because it was spring time. Spring 4-10, summer 10-4, fall 4-10, winter 10-4. That’s what I think. I’m moving towards a more informed and intuitive-familiar understanding of the seasons. Waking and beginning to move, setting into motion — in the spring. Summer — full rush, blazing. Fall — come down, harvest. Winter — rest. Living more according to the seasons than numbers on the clock — though they correspond, just as calendar numbers and names correspond to the seasons on the larger scale. Levels — the seasons of the day, the year, a lifetime, an eaon. Some sense of that and acting accordingly. When’s the best …