Mexico

[Drunk Monk]

Those petroglyphs (or maybe the ancient sacred grounds) got all up in my head and I had petroglyph dreams. They were very abstract, primal, elemental, almost Altered States level visions, not quite nightmarish although somewhat disturbing, like lovecraftian lite.

Had a moment in last night’s shivasina - I could hear the waves crashing, some guitar music from the bar and a chirping gecko and I thought ‘yay vacation’

I should note that my yoga is mediocre at best despite years of practice now. I don’t practice outside of class; those times are reserved for my martial disciplines. There are many here that are tackling extreme poses with grace and firmness. I’m happy when I can sort of approximate the pose. The ratio of men to women is 1 to 6. There are 30+ participants.

I counted 32 bites this morning. Two on my forehead. Parasites, effin parasites.