It still is the case that my essence is clouds and clouds away from daily existence,
The cloud carpet that my soul inhabits take quite a bit of time to exercise itself... often times the plants can help bring it out,, but even hours after leaving people's presence, the unique mixtures of egos and egos and egos... ideas and presumptions... keeps the cloud that holds my heart and soul a long way away from my mind and body (and actual enactment)...
Ego, hormones, stress...
Presumptions and false shames---
Presenthood--- is an odd place when it is a language not understood by ones kin and tribe.
But the tribe is ever expanding, and presenthood is always there. haven't yet found that medititation--- and often mix it up with coffee/// seratonin highs... but ce la vie.
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