I’ve traveled enough to know that the mystery of life doesn’t get clearer by seeing new places- it’s finding that inner stillness; however, leaving the cultural hypnosis for a while is refreshing. I’ve really been meditating about this trip for a long time, asking if it is “meant” for me to go. Years ago I would jump at any chance to get out of town, but now I know that I was just being led around the nose by unconscious wanting and fear. Every time I’ve asked for guidance I’ve received no answer. I’ve finally come to the conclusion the infinite mystery of life doesn’t care wheather or not I explore the lost Incan civilization. The Divine cares more if my intentions of going on this trip are to awaken myself more fully.
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I wish my morning yoga was as good/cool as this. I mean, some of it’s there.
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