|Breakfast on the deck of the lodge at Esalen|
I tell you all this to describe the very specific feeling of waking up slowly, centimeter by centimeter, and in particular the moment when I am finally awake, which is when I'm walking up the hill, hungry and happy. This is exactly how I felt leaving the 6:30 class this morning. What a wonderful way to begin again. The only problem is that no one had breakfast ready for me.
What happened: I miss Esalen. A lot.