Sospel, while a small town with small town ways, has truly been a haven for my wandering, anxious mind…and for that I am truly grateful. In my time to relax, I feel as though I can actively feel my mind searching for something I forgot to do, something I forgot to say, and time and time again, it turns up empty-handed. Granted Patou and Roland have given me absolutely nothing to worry about, and well, I cannot even begin to repay them for their kindness and endless aid.
I will say, however, that while awake I find nothing to worry about, my mind manages to betray me while I sleep. It has so far managed to conjure up, in all forms of vivid illumination, my most recent string of guilty feelings, however suppressed they might have been. While Froide might have found this entertaining, I do not. I would rather not be plagued with ill feelings during the only part of the 24 hour period we call a day, when a little much-needed, jet-lagged shut-eye is actually possible. I do, however, appreciate the physiological conundrum that these stirrings bring to light—a bit on a challenge, if you will, to (a) settle any outstanding grievances with the persons involved, or if this proves to be an unattainable goal, option (b)—learning about ZEN and the healing powers of yoga and meditation---serves as an equally difficult and rewarding alternative.
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