79/365
When I look back on things as they unfolded, especially in situations when I hemmed and then I hawed, I am left wondering which one was really me. Bring in the body. Where do I feel it in my body. Right after I relax my jaw I'm thinking about email.
Being in my body is easier when I'm dancing, or showering in the dark, or in nature, but then I'm not looking back in those moments.
77/365
A while back I took a dose of psilocybin mushrooms and I saw myself being held as a baby, and then my mother holding me as a baby, but she was being held as a baby by her mother, and so on and so on and so on. And I saw myself holding a baby, and that baby holding a baby. And I thought this very simple thought: "she holds the baby". I drew a picture of what I saw with my mind but it didn't really touch what it was.
I feel so much love towards the fractal of mothers who've mothered me.
