Another morning of online disappointment. But at least I figured out part of what I was looking for...

A flame to tap into. It was the same in New York. Practicing and studying alone. I just miss the experience of practicing with my teacher. It takes a lot of energy to bring it up myself. And as time goes by, it seem harder and harder.

This is, of course, fairly dramatic.

But it is true that one voice in my head says that I feel closer to God, like I can hook up quickly with all that in India, that I want and need that. The other voice says that it is all good and that it is already everywhere. Another voice knows that this all makes me stronger.

This concludes another irrelevant online submission.