Spending time in a silent meditation retreat often feels like leaving behind the outie’s mental patterns and starting (somewhat) fresh. But then you get back to daily life, and the outie is back again.
Love the idea of walking along in my life, hearing something like, “Topanga’s husband, Cinnamon Toast shrimp guy, milkshake-ducked,” and just being like, “What do those words in that order even mean?” instead of knowing exactly what they mean
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