This FALL After moving back to society.

I once sat in meditative states in the foothills,  of very south Chugach off a dirt road of a sub-artic rainforest, attaining multi-dimensional awareness in Zen, silence, and solace.  I used to get a knock on the tent door by a bear, dragonfly shadows pass my tent canvass, bon-fires, and all-mountainous terrain access. Now when I get inside from the heat, traffic, and populace of the city, I state awareness of my list of  to-dos, interactions , and avenues of my finances.  When I shut my eyes, instead of meditating, I remember the interactions and responsibilities to those around me and the structure of a min-to- min daytime molding a day-to-day life.  

I found out I have a problem with transitions, similar to a toddler in preschool going from classroom, bathroom and to lunch.  If you have the temperament to know this of children, ironic and funny it must be to hear me say this about me I perceive.

SUN, at an average of 96 degrees, near car-collision in travel and everyone here speaks Spanish. I smile and pretend to know the language, but it takes me a minute to comprehend their words, so I shake my head "yes” like a Disney Character or a speech impediment.

I watched TV the other day and it wasn’t that bad but good it was not; however I love YouTube and Juvenile killed it on Tiny Desk Concert, giving hope to us all.  They’re many other things going on but those things I keep quiet and will just give eternal gratitude for.