Hello again, friends. Thanks so much for your insightful and heartfelt responses to these Tales. Though I’m not able to respond personally, they are definitely appreciated, dears.
Today, I have time to start the fifth Tale, even though I sent #4 out yesterday…because I’m sort of hiding out in my beautiful little kuti/house today.
The truth: I haven’t been present for alms-walk or Kitchen Zen or my afternoon gardening sessions with Chom for three days now. I’m QUITE hesitant to admit it, but I am sick.
Tales #4 was originally going to be about my super-human level of newly reinforced immunity against all bacterial invasions e.g. I had a Splat-Factor rating into the Stratosphere, just short of Breatharians and those who claim immortality.
The photo above, which I refer to as “Morning Sunshine” is now my first beverage of the day. Yupp, it’s urine therapy….I know
the BlinK
(a.k.a. I can’t believe she wrote that)
Wattle Hollow is a relatively small retreat center (40 acres of woodlands on a mountainside in Northwest Arkansas) with capacity for 20 - 25 folks.