Meditation Five forty five ay em. Old Time. New Time. Good Meditation. I am a drop of water in the River of Life returning to a sea of Time.
Sirens and other Emergent Harbingers hasten me along the trail today. One point five hour ride. Five full sandhill sprints. Blood glucose dropped 100 points on 14 day average in three days. It’s a little fast. Healthy, but my body is withdrawing from sugar.
This is not as painful as a withdrawal along the cortisol axis. An hour riding and sprinting, kicks in my own patented endorphin. Then like a searing injection of something caine, my facial nerve and then my trigeminal go up in flames and ashes. Sweet relief.
I have an hour or two of blessed paradise. Never mind the agitation and turbulence in the wake of my bff Pain. After trying every legal sedative my doctor said, “There’s nothing as strong as adrenalin”. My own patented endorphin comes close. There’s always 99.9% oxytocin. It’s not a cure for love, but it beats PTSD.
