The second day went by in a haze. Forgettable, heavy and filled with anxiety. Since I was on the pot washing team me and my family worked every other day after every meal instead of one hour a day like the others. Which meant we had a lot of spare time the second day.
I woke up around 4.30, exhausted, confused, as if I wasn’t quite sure where I was. I thought I might still be in Paris or Bordeaux and notion that I was in a house full of strangers in the middle of the french country side took a few minutes to settle in. I didn’t want to talk to anyone and I didn’t want to see anyone so I quickly got dressed and slipped out the patio door before anyone could see me, wandering along the french country side alone, cold and a little afraid.
20 minutes later I arrived at the meditation hall as the morning session was about to begin, still pitch black outside. Again, I found it extremely challenging.
After breakfast we had a 2 hour break so I went back to bed. Before lunch we met in the mediation hall again for some briefings and I still felt exhausted. Another break before meeting near the pond for the walking meditaion. Dinner. Meditaion and finally bed. It was getting unbarable and I still wanted to leave. I wanted my books and my music and my safe haven of distractions.
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