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Dreams and dancing. They intertwined last night. Seems like I was going over and over the steps to the latest dances. Kept figuring out how each dance began and then followed the patterns through until I had danced the dance. I think there were other dreams, but the dance sequences were the ones most available as I awoke.

Awakened really early again, before 6AM. Then promptly fell back asleep and cat napped until I finally managed to arise (levantar). It was laundry day here on the farm and I went to the laundromat (lavanderia). Almost no one there a bit later in the morning. Have to wade through the early birds' debris, but did get to pick a washer that didn't stop mid-cycle as some still do.

Kept thinking about Tolle's discussion about "this moment." Standing in the laundromat musing about the present moment. Makes sense to me. When else would I do that? No choice. If I'm going to attend to the present moment, I have to be in whatever moment I happen to be experiencing--laundromat or otherwise. Of course, I got distracted as soon as I tried to tune in to the present. Something--traffic, people, sign painters, kids walking by, the newspaper, thoughts of food, calling R about tonight's meeting, and a few thousand other thoughts came zooming in to fill the perceived void.

And then there was the yo-yo who had left just as I arrived. He appeared to have spilled his coffee on the folding bench. He just left the puddle and sailed off to his present moment. Something else that I could obsess over as my present moments unfolded. (Note: yo-yo means I-I in Spanish. A cosmic linguistic coincidence.)

J from dance class gave me a flyer from the Arts Festival that has a photograph of L and me dancing at the street fair either last year or the year before. I look massive in the photo compared to my current appearance. Oh what a difference a year or two makes! Although my face is filling out some as I've been eating a bit more. I'm not as gaunt as I've recently been.

Also, the materials I've been reading and listening to have served to calm some of my anxiety. Toole's and Almaas's works are providing guideposts to the journey I find myself on as I deal with sorting out the Holy Ideas from the loss of those concepts within my current frame of reference.

So it may not yet be time to sing Zipadeedodah as I dance down the street, I'm feeling like I'm closing on the possibility.

Men's team meeting tonight. Will be good to see everyone who will be there. Will push to see if we can come up with something more exciting than a burger place for next month's venue. Just had an Odwalla Chocolate Protein drink. I may never want solid food again. Yum diddy yum yum!

I have to hit the lavabo. Adios, ahora!