My dears, (written on 1/11)
I am in paradise. No. Real paradise. Mt
Rainier has a lodge and a destination called Paradise. And it is
beautiful, a snowy jagged place.
This current paradise is called Esalen.
It's in Big Sur, California, on the edge of the ocean. Perched on the
edge above cliffs and rocky coastline. The hot springs are in the
cliffs and the bath house is marvelous. At night, I lie in a hot bath
and have the starry heavens for entertainment. There are many pools
to choose from; hot, very hot, warm, cold plunge. Heated floors in
the shower room. The shower room has sliding doors so if you want an
ocean view, you can open a door.
The meditation hall is tucked into a
cleft beside a roaring creek. The hall is round with elevated benches
and recessed lighting. I go there in the morning before breakfast.
There are vast gardens that supply the
kitchen. I walk through one of the gardens to meals. And the meals
are ridiculous with choices. Bounty and more bounty. Just now I came
through the lodge and some of the kitchen staff are gambling with
chips and Bob Marley in the background.
Over all, the sound of the ocean as she
comes and goes.
I am trying to figure out how to stay
here and let my brain turn to mush. It would.
Would that be so wrong?
1 comment:
Oh no. It would not be wrong at all.
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