The Last Day of Summer

I have been thinking about The Art of Living Center a lot lately and contemplating going to volunteer for a week or so.  Let me tell you about my previous experiences there. I've been there three times thus far. The first time I went was for a meditation course. The second time was to see Sri Sri Ravi Shankar as a lovely addition to my 200 hr yoga training at Om West . Lastly, I did the Happiness Program there. The courses were great, but for me, they were not even the best part. The best part of this place is the physical location. It is absolutely beautiful. The air is fresh, the water is amazing to boat and swim in, and each season brings something special. In fall, it's the colors of the leaves of course, and in winter, I hear it's the silence. I haven't been brave enough yet to go in winter. In summer, it's the best! That, of course, is subjective, but I love being on a lake in summer. It's super great for meditation as well. This place gets me...

This feels good. I have been writing more, and now, I've started a podcast. I really like to reflect and express my thoughts. I don't know why I fell out of the habit for a couple of years. I think I pour a lot of myself into my job, and then maybe there isn't much creative energy left over to do my own personal projects. I would somehow like to balance that out a little better. It feels so nice to sit here at the table in my living room looking out onto the water occasionally as I type. I could get used to this.

I got my first concussion on June 16, 2018, two weeks before my wedding. It put a bit of a damper on things, but was also a little helpful because I couldn't be stressed if I was unconscious. I had a pretty serious biking accident. We think my foot got stuck in the front wheel somehow. I flipped in the air from back to front and landed on my head and then continued skidding for a bit. I don't remember a thing. When my then fiance, Jordan, got to me, he thought I was dead. I lost consciousness multiple times. I have no recollection of the period before or the rest of the day after the accident. I was taken by ambulance to the E.R. at The Hospital of Sherbrooke, given a CT scan, and barfed bright purple cold pressed beet juice all over the floor, exorcist style. (I'm happy I don't remember that) I got stuck in a loop of asking Jordan the same four questions over and over for hours. (Poor him) Actually not poor him because he started to tell me all kinds of crazy stuff bec...