Today? I’m bicycling from Syracuse, NY, to Fort Stanwix in Rome, NY.
Number 4: Sometimes, Interruptions Are The Will Of The Gods
You lock the door, you turn off the phone’s ringer, you tell everyone that you will be out for the night, or that you’re sick and shouldn’t be disturbed. You’re in your ritual room, you’re skyclad, you’re casting, and suddenly, you’re overcome by a fit of sneezing and a case of violent diarrhea.
You make your partner promise to keep the kids out of the room so you can do some meditation. You close the windows, turn on your soft music, close your eyes. A few minutes go by and you finally begin to sink into your meditation, when suddenly your neighbors’ children begin practicing with their metal band.
Let’s face it – the actually perfect places are few and far between. The only time you may even have a chance of that is by being alone in the middle of nowhere on property that is yours. And even then, a wild boar may come racing through the middle of your circle, followed closely by a hunter decked out in camo, wondering what he just stumbled onto as you race for your robe.
But then again, what would life be without all of those little interruptions? That’s right. No fun.