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Haramara Retreat: Days-In-the-Life-Of

Posted by cam2yogi | 15th April 2009

It is dark outside. Maybe 10 o’clock, maybe 11. Who knows? For all I could guess it might be 3AM or how ‘bout 9PM. There are no clocks around me, only a lace of mosquito netting cascading over the large bed like a whale’s mouth around a school of fish. Everything manmade is mute. There’s not a sound except nature—roaring nature. I hear the ocean pummeling the shore; waves peeling atop barnacled rocks and round bulbous stones the size of Smart Cars. And there are crickets; humming and buzzing, strumming and rustling. It’s a full-force ensemble, but it does not bother. Instead, it soothes. It mellows. It drifts me back off to sleep as I roll over and spoon the naked body beside me.

Sometime, the sun will rise. The light of day will slowly weave through the netting and into the bed sheets to awaken me. I’ll then yawn, stretch, rotate in the covers and twist my spine. Cracking. Popping. I will then open the folds over the bed and look into the open, casting my gaze over the Pacific Ocea

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