I had a ton of shit I thought and wrote about WI, coming and going, that didn't quite cohere into interpretation(s) I felt at all word-certain of. Then I looked at it all again from the distance of a mere 2 weeks spent mostly asleep, and it was entirely recast in my mind since as well. In my current mental notes/version, what stands out is a prior trip I made there 16 years ago and a pic the Girl showed me in passing of Mark and his dog when he was puppy, 6 years ago, in which Mark looked … (?). His eyes were closed.

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So/meanwhile, I am thinking about picture taking and the fragility of “restrospect”. For instance, if I had begun taking pictures of my eyes and gut when starting fertility treatments that would net me chronic pain and 30+ pounds and no pregnancy, and if I had kept doing that once a month, say, what would I have seen? I would not go back and change anything, don't get me wrong (What is the point in even considering that? Ever?). But maybe if I had a visual record, it would flesh out what to Accept in what I see now.

In yoga, you’re supposed to welcome yourself. Think about that for a second. Being Hospitable.