Retreat hangover.

It seems that retreat hangover (a term I heard from my boss/vajra brother) falls under mental health which is grounds for a sick day.  For such a short retreat, I'm having a heck of a time getting back into the swing of life. 

Yesterday at work I discovered Rochelle Kraut. We wear similar makeup.  I also listened to Diane di Prima talk about living at Millbook estate. That was a trip. (No pun intended.) 

I've been missing the night lately, and the ocean. Where the stars are so bright it almost seems you can pick them from the sky and bottle them like the fireflies I see in NY. In daylight fireflies are merely red little bugs that move like Muppets but at night, glowtape lighting the path to the temple.