The Sunshine House was an interesting place, in a span of ten minutes i walked into my yurt and there was someone preforming Reiki, the art of harnessing "unseen life forces", yeah, so i exited the yurt and turned the corner where a guy named Igor was whittling. "that's cool i love to whittle" i said, "i make magic wands", ahhh yeah. As i smiled and thought "crazy" i walked on to a spot under a tree where tarot cards were being read, "do you mind if i watch?", "actually yeah, sorry" she said nicely. Alright. as i walked upstairs a hum filled the room and as i peaked in i saw my first vocal harmonic massage taking place. My head a little dizzy i walked back outside and down the road i needed a little time to process and somewhere no one could hear me...
The diet at the sunshine house was vegan for the most part, i only had feta twice while there. Do you know what happens when you feed an Auger beans and greens for two straight weeks? lets say that it makes for a pretty noisy time. its rather embarrassing really. i know others must have surely been suffering from the increased air but no one seemed to let on, certainly no one talked about it. i wonder if their bodies had come accustomed to the added influx and presence of the extra pressure and are now able to absorb it instead of needing constant deflation as i did. They practice constant yoga and Thai massage all day there. That's a lot of twisting and turning in close quarters. There has to be some embarrassing moments wouldn't there be? How could there not be? In the entire two weeks i heard, not once, anything i could construe as stomach music and i was listening! Hoping to hear someone break the ice. But they didn't and i had to constantly walk away from the groups of people, looking as though i was lost in deep thought, contemplating the cosmos but truly i was just trying to get out of earshot. It was harder than you think with 40 people milling around at all hours of the night. I mean there were 40 of us eating beans, small ones, big ones, soft ones, bright colored ones, grounded, stewed, baked... you get the idea. There the environment is taken seriously. Which i love, but no one has come up with any suggestions or methods to capture the virtual gold mine of methane being produced around the clock. i have some ideas but i dared not to share them on here, nor to any of the other people. We are a living breathing power plant, i alone could have powered the lights on any given day. We are untapped and our natural resources unused and wasted. I wished so often to be in an empty house able to be as loud as i wanted too, but i was forced to sneak around looking for much needed privacy. hard to do with 40 people around all day. I had feared that one day i would be hugged or straining to carry some huge bowl of food, laugh or heaven forbid bend over and well, you know, and there by clear the room. I thought that maybe i was going about it all wrong, maybe i needed to let go, let loose, show them what i was made of, show them how we do back home, the American way. Should i have been hiding like a criminal? be ashamed of who i am? I thought not but in doing so, in showing my talents, i was worried i would be labeled forever as "that one guy, you know, the one we called "the trumpet" he was something else" and go down in sunshine house lore for decades as a musician without and instrument. So i hid. It was a long two weeks.
The diet at the sunshine house was vegan for the most part, i only had feta twice while there. Do you know what happens when you feed an Auger beans and greens for two straight weeks? lets say that it makes for a pretty noisy time. its rather embarrassing really. i know others must have surely been suffering from the increased air but no one seemed to let on, certainly no one talked about it. i wonder if their bodies had come accustomed to the added influx and presence of the extra pressure and are now able to absorb it instead of needing constant deflation as i did. They practice constant yoga and Thai massage all day there. That's a lot of twisting and turning in close quarters. There has to be some embarrassing moments wouldn't there be? How could there not be? In the entire two weeks i heard, not once, anything i could construe as stomach music and i was listening! Hoping to hear someone break the ice. But they didn't and i had to constantly walk away from the groups of people, looking as though i was lost in deep thought, contemplating the cosmos but truly i was just trying to get out of earshot. It was harder than you think with 40 people milling around at all hours of the night. I mean there were 40 of us eating beans, small ones, big ones, soft ones, bright colored ones, grounded, stewed, baked... you get the idea. There the environment is taken seriously. Which i love, but no one has come up with any suggestions or methods to capture the virtual gold mine of methane being produced around the clock. i have some ideas but i dared not to share them on here, nor to any of the other people. We are a living breathing power plant, i alone could have powered the lights on any given day. We are untapped and our natural resources unused and wasted. I wished so often to be in an empty house able to be as loud as i wanted too, but i was forced to sneak around looking for much needed privacy. hard to do with 40 people around all day. I had feared that one day i would be hugged or straining to carry some huge bowl of food, laugh or heaven forbid bend over and well, you know, and there by clear the room. I thought that maybe i was going about it all wrong, maybe i needed to let go, let loose, show them what i was made of, show them how we do back home, the American way. Should i have been hiding like a criminal? be ashamed of who i am? I thought not but in doing so, in showing my talents, i was worried i would be labeled forever as "that one guy, you know, the one we called "the trumpet" he was something else" and go down in sunshine house lore for decades as a musician without and instrument. So i hid. It was a long two weeks.
that's almost an entire entry on farting. congratulations! on your adventure you have obviously gained wisdom and enlightenment. you are now almost as mature as a fourth grader. hahaha!
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