5 rises 29.92 NWN0 windchill 5 Winter
Waning Wolf Moon
A full day Permaculture workshop. This guy, who takes a nap every day around 1pm, suffers in mid-day at day long events. In addition, I find that my mind gets overloaded, takes in too much. It’s not that I can’t absorb and eventually integrate the material, but the pace of absorption has changed over time. I need space between intake and digestion. A day’s worth of basically new material wears me out.
When I came back, Kate asked me what I’d learned and I had troubling with a clear answer. The exhaustion played a factor, yes, but the tumbling pieces, the changing paragdigms and the altogether novel still raced around inside, had not come down to a place of rest. Tomorrow, next week. Better.
Rest tonight. Then I’ll work on Adam tomorrow. I haven’t mentioned Adam yet, have I? He’s taken over my thinking lately. What was it like, I wondered? What was it like to wake up, come to consciousness, breathe that first breath? What happened in the mind and heart of Adam when God blew into his nostrils?
