Hi there.

Wow. I’m not sure I even know how to do this business anymore. Hmmmm. Let me give it a try.

So, the thing that happens to me lately which I want to document is this:

When I’m in savasana (corpse pose) at the end of a yoga class, or even at other times, such as when I’m falling asleep, when I’m in a forward bend, or even when I’m just standing around observing the world, I get this recurring mental image.

In this image, my head has a hinge, and the top of my skull flips open. What is inside it, some kind of glowing, whitish ooze, start to flow/tumble/slither out. The ooze, I understand, is the essence of whatever is me. It leaves me, bit by bit, and dissipates into the greater universe. I am literally unmade.

Yeah. I have no idea what it means either or where it came from. It’s just there. I admit I find it fairly comforting. Maybe you have a similar thing?

It’s kind of nice, actually, to have a place to set things down, even if I don’t use it much.

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