The Lunar Eclipse

This morning around 1:45 am, I awoke to feel very, very sick. I was sure that I would need to vomit. I really didn't want to in a tent. So I got up and went to the showers. I forgot all about watching the lunar eclipse. I never saw it. I ran into a young woman whom I later realized was Siri Amrit from Facebook, whom I'd met briefly last Winter Solstice, but didn't realize I knew her on Facebook. All these Sikh names and birth names. Ga! Anyway...she went to ask one of the Tantric monitors if I could come late, since I was sick. She came all the way to my tent to deliver the message. But I managed to make it.

I was seriously bummed that no one, except one guy I didn't want to talk to, had asked to be my partner. I felt frustrated. I didn't even realize how I make myself unapproachable at the same time that I come across as kind and caring. I must seem finicky like a cat at times. I did find a partner, a woman, which I preferred. Deborah. She was solid like a rock, and we finished the day with flying colors! Once outside the Tantric shelter, the light was actually vibrating before my eyes! Wow!

So dinner came, and Golden Milk. Ah turmeric, blessed turmeric to comfort my sore arms to bed under the deep shade of an old oak tree...