thing is it’s been a week in this new house. a week and two days. and yes the skys are open and the roof top is totally shaped differently. there even is a floor with some wooden floor that reminds me of an attic in paris , and a little skylight window. and yes right underneath it i placed my little carpet with that bolster and T’s bird wing, E’s circle of stones, A’s torma and my yoga mattres, and yes i found the spot where i can hang my swing rope and hang upside down in the position i love most, after more than six years that i’ve kept it aside waiting for me. and in this new house there is feeding and there is bath taking and washings to do. it’s all so banal. and thing is, every morning that candle i light first of all, and this practice i do reminds me of home and where my heart lives. and in this appt, there even is a cliff. a cliff to stand on. every day. thing is the gap between all this good, and what my body is telling me lately. it tells me to stop all my bad habits. and grow even more, grow and drop and stop and no. thing is L wrote in my sketchbook many years ago, during class, he wrote: no. no habits. no sex. no food. no. and that was after coming back from some sort of zen retreat in the 70’s in paris. and i don’t think there is much to learn really, better to practice in the daily life. trust myself just a bit more. and stop explaining all day. no need to explain.