Feb25 Day2 Mutual Integration

Gentle wafting of consciousness borne on breezes of music from the ayahuasca ceremonies; that is how I enter the new day. Familiar sounds and melodies
transport me back to the nights in the jungle, even as the sky brightens. Unfamiliar ones lull me back to sleep. I lie on the couch wanting to hug and be hugged.
Wanting to lie in someone's arms, have my head stroked; getting some comfort from the image of my wanting...

Diego's ayahuascawasi CD has hours and hours of music. It has been running all night.
When it ends, I restart it, with considerable effort, since all those little buttons on
the remote are unintelligible to me. I physically go to the player, eject and reinsert the disk, and start the playing anew. I learn that "next" is the way to skip a track I don't recognize and prefer to jump over on the way to the familiar.

The day ambles by in conversation, discussion, listening.
I go home, talk to Leah on the phone, who is home, alone.
I feel a somewhat familiar flat, detached indifference in her voice.

Go feed the goat.
Make something to eat, thai cup-a-soup and broccoli with mayo.

Go through phone messages.

Go back to D.s to watch Jesus Christ Superstar
That is such a wonderful movie!
Afterwards, we watch the commentary track for a while, but D. gets bored of that and suggests watching The Matrix. Woah! no mellowing-out, almost-snoozing during that one!

It's late.
Time to go home.
Thanks for a lovely full day of gently coming back home.