I woke up fairly early today. Did one Surya namaskar. Dad was already up. Had to finish off a document. Did that.
Trying to eat less. Trying to process whatever difficulty I am facing emotionally. It feels crusty. It feels like a knot in my stomach. I think it was Sylvia Plath who had described her pain in a poem as a still-born inside the womb. Feels that way.
Will go. Will return.
I am planning something for next month. Or it may take a couple of months. Am hoping that I have July free. Something important is going to happen in July. Need to keep time and space for that.
One can plan.
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