Nice Jeff, the wondrous pinean SSRI evocative breath. Lego version .
Inspired inspiration.
Here's my bedroom retreat story. Trying to imagine your mannerisms.
"Once upon a septum, I breathed freely.
Now, thanks to an out-fractured inferior pair of turbinate bones and coblation and what I assume is the nasal equivalent of post-apocalyptic urban planning, I enjoy the gentle sensation of suffocation.
It's like trying to inhale through a crushed juice box.
Each breath is a slow, long sip .
It's a negotiated truce between my diaphragm and the remnants of nasal architecture best described as 'necrotic rubble.'
My olfactory bulbs? Hostages. Their last memory is a whiff of antiseptic gauze, not ripened cheese crusts. Astonishingly, I make my own crusts now. Seasoned with the refreshing Neti's pot saline.
Still, I persist, eyes closed, practicing diaphragmatic breathing like some zen monk trapped in a malfunctioning snorkel, praying for the day a breeze scented with Zoloft-infused evergreen will dance through the charred ruins of my ethmoid labyrinth, whispering: 'You’ve made it, friend, this is air"
Hey Jeff, today’s sit was clear and clean. I don’t know why I wrote that, but that’s what it felt like. It definitely felt different than all your other meditations and I like that you give us variety. It was like a “clarity” vibe for me.
I love the little Lego person chillin’ in the woods. Adorbs.
Major props to you and your fam for trekking across country and making it to our Wes-siiide!!!! You are forest bathing everyday and taking in the goodness walking your son to school. How magnificent.
BTW, I tuned into the past 2 Sundays of Do Nothing Project from Hawaii. I couldn’t comment on the live from my phone. Those were too cool being on the beach and listening in, teal foam waves crashing…blazing sun and sand. It was wild listening to your “Part of the landscape” from Honolulu as well as I was connecting deep with the ocean, earth and the Aloha of the local people here. All of the themes “Put Down Your Labour” Part of the Landscape”: for me equates to surrender, give up the BS, stop trying so hard…fallback and be the landscape and all that is. Thank you. 🙏🏽
Want to get to Hawaii, dream about visiting with my kiddos. Thanks for the kind words Malaya - "clear and clean" is definitely an aspiration. Travel well!
Thanks Jeff. Always love morning meditations with you. Brings me joy to know you are in your happy place in the woods breathing that fresh air. My happy place is the ocean and listening to the waves rhythmically touching the shore. I joined you there.
Jeff, your hair is extra shiny in that photo -must be all the pinenes. So cool that the scent is healthy for us. And also that some evergreen resins have amazing wound healing benefits (harvested gently and cooperatively). Meditating in community also feels anti-inflammatory for me. I’m grateful, and here for this.
Aren't trees pretty amazing? I was in a forest here in CO and my friend said, go smell the bark, it smells like butterscotch. I completely thought it was a setup for me to look like a fool smelling a tree but it was completely true. Ponderosa Pines. Now I'm forever bound to smell trees just to see what they've got to say :)
Congrats on the new home. Is this your 2nd home and you still have the place in Toronto? Ironically, my daughter and I are in Toronto for our annual Jays game. They won yesterday 👍
There is something about how we thank each other for our practice that warms my heart. We are all in this together. Whatever THIS is. I don’t need to know more than that. What I do know in the core of my being is that I am not alone. I have no words to describe the comfort this brings me.
Nice Jeff, the wondrous pinean SSRI evocative breath. Lego version .
Inspired inspiration.
Here's my bedroom retreat story. Trying to imagine your mannerisms.
"Once upon a septum, I breathed freely.
Now, thanks to an out-fractured inferior pair of turbinate bones and coblation and what I assume is the nasal equivalent of post-apocalyptic urban planning, I enjoy the gentle sensation of suffocation.
It's like trying to inhale through a crushed juice box.
Each breath is a slow, long sip .
It's a negotiated truce between my diaphragm and the remnants of nasal architecture best described as 'necrotic rubble.'
My olfactory bulbs? Hostages. Their last memory is a whiff of antiseptic gauze, not ripened cheese crusts. Astonishingly, I make my own crusts now. Seasoned with the refreshing Neti's pot saline.
Still, I persist, eyes closed, practicing diaphragmatic breathing like some zen monk trapped in a malfunctioning snorkel, praying for the day a breeze scented with Zoloft-infused evergreen will dance through the charred ruins of my ethmoid labyrinth, whispering: 'You’ve made it, friend, this is air"
HA!
I love this! Brilliant.
Ovi, you may not be able to smell it, but your comment is full of ripened wit, prose, art, heart, and soul. So glad I’m in your community 🥰
Hey Suzy, thanks. It's my hypoxic state that inspired this Jeff pastiche.
😅🥰💕
Beautifully said!!
Hey Jeff, today’s sit was clear and clean. I don’t know why I wrote that, but that’s what it felt like. It definitely felt different than all your other meditations and I like that you give us variety. It was like a “clarity” vibe for me.
I love the little Lego person chillin’ in the woods. Adorbs.
Major props to you and your fam for trekking across country and making it to our Wes-siiide!!!! You are forest bathing everyday and taking in the goodness walking your son to school. How magnificent.
BTW, I tuned into the past 2 Sundays of Do Nothing Project from Hawaii. I couldn’t comment on the live from my phone. Those were too cool being on the beach and listening in, teal foam waves crashing…blazing sun and sand. It was wild listening to your “Part of the landscape” from Honolulu as well as I was connecting deep with the ocean, earth and the Aloha of the local people here. All of the themes “Put Down Your Labour” Part of the Landscape”: for me equates to surrender, give up the BS, stop trying so hard…fallback and be the landscape and all that is. Thank you. 🙏🏽
Want to get to Hawaii, dream about visiting with my kiddos. Thanks for the kind words Malaya - "clear and clean" is definitely an aspiration. Travel well!
What a lovely comment 🥰 taking me back to my time in HI, thank you
This was one of my favorites from the retreat, thanks Jeff! I wish I had recorded the soothing sounds of that air conditioner :P
Jessie! I was thinking of you just today! Hope all is well at home.
This was a good one homie.
Again, chill bell!
Thanks Jeff. Always love morning meditations with you. Brings me joy to know you are in your happy place in the woods breathing that fresh air. My happy place is the ocean and listening to the waves rhythmically touching the shore. I joined you there.
I'll join YOU there soon enough Kay!
Jeff, your hair is extra shiny in that photo -must be all the pinenes. So cool that the scent is healthy for us. And also that some evergreen resins have amazing wound healing benefits (harvested gently and cooperatively). Meditating in community also feels anti-inflammatory for me. I’m grateful, and here for this.
"Meditating in community also feels anti-inflammatory for me" - yesssssss
Aren't trees pretty amazing? I was in a forest here in CO and my friend said, go smell the bark, it smells like butterscotch. I completely thought it was a setup for me to look like a fool smelling a tree but it was completely true. Ponderosa Pines. Now I'm forever bound to smell trees just to see what they've got to say :)
Omgosh butterscotch ! I would never leave the tree 😆
Congrats on the new home. Is this your 2nd home and you still have the place in Toronto? Ironically, my daughter and I are in Toronto for our annual Jays game. They won yesterday 👍
Hi Jeffrey - We rent a small home in Toronto that we then subletted, which in turn let us sublet a place in BC.
I somehow ( by mistake !? ) did not forget how to use the spell
checker .
So very very good. Thank you!
There is something about how we thank each other for our practice that warms my heart. We are all in this together. Whatever THIS is. I don’t need to know more than that. What I do know in the core of my being is that I am not alone. I have no words to describe the comfort this brings me.
Thank you, Jeff. Thank you all for your practice.
me too friend
I’m going to see you in Boone in November. What a boon that is for me!
A beautiful reminder of the lovely retreat at Omega. Thank you!
I remember this one from Omega. So beautiful! Thank you for reminding me to let go and allow my experience to be as it is. Such an essential practice!
Welcome to BC! 😊🌲🦌
" Let life do the non-work of moving you forward." Excellent
SO thankful for you, Jeff. This one goes on repeat for me!
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