So, I've been home for a couple of days now. I have mostly spent my time gushing (figuratively and literally ☺️) over what an amazing soul reintegrating experience my time in San Diego was. The rest of the time has been spent dealing with "Jetlag" which is apparently my body struggling to adjust to time travel. Oh Marty McFly, you make it look so easy; perhaps I should've worn a vest while I was flying to insulate my organs from the space-time continuum rip. I'm tired, really tired; physically I feel as though I have the flu, mentally I feel fried like I've been cramming for a final exam, emotionally . . . I am melting. Every time I wax poetic about my week-ish in Tantra-ville, the real artistic beauty that is Tantra just flows from my mouth. Info that I didn't even realize I took in or that it resonated with me until it fell from my tongue with grace and beauty. Philosophy that sounds both beautiful and destructive; too good to be true.
The simplicity, that is Tantra's ultimate goal, has yet to be achieved. It first is busy at work playing Jenga with this really amazing Fortress of Emotional Solitude that I built for myself. It started small, my Fortress but,Read More