addict

Drank green tea with fresh mint leaves tonight. I never learn. Plus the glare of the internet seems to give me just enough juice to not be sleepy, what with cute niece pictures, trackback from Texas, and reviews of that DVD "classic" Left Behind. Next thing I know, I'm blogging at 2am.

Sister Mary posts on her drug of choice, and no it's not religion, nor coffee even, it's kali. Been an addict for 10 years myself. Though the addiction can be double edged. When it's good, it's fabulous! When it's not quite there, it can be one of the most frustrating things to do. Some classes you get a bit of both if you're lucky. Sigh.

There are those asychronus days when the mind understands but the body doesn't, or the body understands and the mind won't let go. Sigh.

As for being the conduit of some of her messages, it's never really crossed my mind. Often times I think I'm just blabbing the first thing that comes to my mind and I wonder later if it really had any meaning or sense to it. But the source is not really me. I am nothing. Like the lines of poetry that repeat in my head, in some ways I'm not really thinking this stuff up, I'm just reading the ticker tape as it scrolls by. Besides, I didn't tell her the answer, she just happened to listen for it. Tomorrow the answer might come from the homeless guy mumbling something very loudly.

So who knows what I'll tell Jean's Class on Thursday. Oh, I have a general idea of things I might want to say, a general structure and direction I think I might go, but who knows, I might think of something just before class, or someone will ask a question that will make me turn another way. And if it turns out that something I say happens to answer a question someone had asked the universe, well, it's not like I planned it that way.

Hell, I could use a few answers myself. Sigh.