So… as of tomorrow, I am embarking on a little cathartic journey of sorts.
A time for self-reflection, inner being, and deepening present moment awareness.
First, for 3 days I will be living as a monk at a Buddhist Monastery.
A part of that means waking up at 5:00am. Oh, joy. Some vacation hey?
Activities include walking meditation, mindfulness, and group conversations.
Next I will be driving up the coast to Percadero. I will be staying in a light house for the night.
I’ll be bringing my guitar and look forward to playing in this thing during the middle of the night.
Next I will be going out of this state, into Oregon, and then up onto Washington state.
My parents live up there for half of the year. They have a like named after me. A dog. A house. A fish pond. A whole bunch of evergreen trees. When I was in my early teenage years my dad built a house by himself out here in California. I never helped him and rather opted to always smoke weed, drink in excess, and do other extracurricular activities.
So… now, my pops… (who is pushing 60 years old) is up there building a little studio apartment home. I’m taking this as my chance to go up there and do something I should have ten years ago. Time to roll up the sleeves, get some mud on the hands, and pound some nails. It feels good to do the right thing.
My folks have no idea that I’m taking a week off work and driving up there. They’re going to be so shocked it’ll be priceless.
On the way back I’m going to be stoping back in at the lighthouse for the night and hope to meet a very close friend that lives far away from me… close in heart but far in location. Word.
I have no idea what awaits… catharsis ahead.
