Went camping last weekend. First night was solo. Best one of those yet. Kay appeared the next day. The day after that, friends came. Some stayed for dinner, some for breakfast. It was all quite glorious.
One morning I was up ahead of the rest. I made a fire and put the kettle over it. I got my meditation bench out and spread a mat right next to the fire and assumed the position. My eyeballs were aimed at the kettle. I had some logs next to me, ready to put on the fire as needed.
I don’t know how much time passed, but I know I held my gaze until the kettle first whispered, then whistled. So now I can now attest that a watched pot does in fact boil.
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Haha congrats. The man doesn’t tilt, AND he demythifies (I’m going to pretend that’s a word) life in his spare time!
I had never thought about camping alone. That actually intrigues me a lot. If not alone, maybe when I get a dog, just me and him/her. That would be pretty sweet.
I would never go to camping alone. Kudos for keeping up the western buddhist style though.
I busted that myth a long time ago; but then, I was a physics major. I found the process of a pot of water intensely fascinating, because there was always something interesting and different going on.
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