Weird man who lives in wood with cats gets out of the house

Up and out to Rye. Lou came over by train. I haven’t been here for any length of time really. Just a few days. But I’ve barely seen another human. Rye is a small town but it felt crowded to me.

We found a coffee shop where people kept coming up to the table asking if we wanted anything. Even that had me feeling momentarily flooded out, and I told them I wasn’t hungry when I was. “If we want something we will ask, thanks.” So… we went home (via the fabric shop, inevitably.)

Vegetables and sauce. Lou has just booked herself an Ayurvedic Course in India next month. She’s been hankering after that country for so long, and with all the recent accidents she’s had to put up with I’m glad she’s found a positive hook to pull her forward even if it means I won’t see her much in Spring. She’ll be back in time for the bluebells. We had healthy food and lay around with the cats and the fire and now it is still early but her sleep patterns can be contagious and I have a feeling I’ll be down before ten tonight.

Carlos still tries to sleep on top of me, but he’s not used to me turning in before midnight so I’m sure he’ll be behaving strangely later on. But I’m tired. I did just have a glass of whisky which tends to knock me out. I might just surf the wave into sleep.

India has been invading my dreams since Lou booked. I had an argument with a companion in the dream space last night because they wanted to die in Varanasi and thereby end their karmic cycle of birth and death. “But it’s fun!” was my predictable objection. Not the best argument, but right now it IS. I recently got to work on a nice thing. If my work is rolling my happiness is rolling with it. Whatever blockage I constructed in my twenties is breaking and shifting properly now. And I’m enjoying that whole energetic game of karma and shift. Where next? Back to London first, I guess, and all the damn people. Two more nights in the woods first, with Lou. Come say hi if you’re a lucid dreamer. The cats help keep me in REM, and they are amplifiers anyway. They tend to sleep either side of me.

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