How the soul gets lost and found

Another victim unfortunately of the Blogger crash...

I'm sure this was one of the most interesting posts before it disappeared into blogger's bin vacuum somewhere in cyberspace.... maybe one day it'll magically reappear. Or maybe I could whizz back to a time before when.... It was still there on Thursday, so I didn't worry to back it up. On Friday when the site was 'mended' it had gone.... Maybe it was the straw that broke the camel's back!  Maybe I can remember what it said...

I was writing about time. How strange time had been since arriving in Banff. Sleeping odd hours. Waking odd hours. A feeling of folding back in time, more so than just a few time zones apart. Geological time. Time to think. Time to do. Time communicating here, online, across days and nights. Making work to change with time cycles, for people in another time zone to hunt, how will that interact with time to come when people may hunt caches here too?

I'd decided it was high time to get into the present time, to wake up in the morning (not half way through the night), plan and structure the day, keep to time, and have a sensible bed time (even if that meant staying vertical until such time as it would be considered 'norm' to go to sleep!  And so the plan for the day - blog updates (time gone, now the evidence is no more), email stuff, meditation, studio time, lunch, movement, lecture, yoga, supper, evening (novelty!), bed.

I was reflecting on the pace of the soul.

So the colour grid (above, 1000063) is an intention for the day, a structure to be in the present time, a tentative framework for the camel to stable.

The musings pause and the day 'begins' with breakfast, half-eaten, thrust into the mini-fridge and a dash up the stairs just in time for meditation (to experience a moment of timelessness?).

I can report back from two days in the future, post-crash, that I did indeed stick to time, even if it didn't quite stick to me. A late night, followed by an early morning. Time to begin, again...
I wrote about camels and souls, before realising that post had survived from the day before the trouble started. So the camel (and maybe even the soul) was lost, found, found again, and then the duplication rectified!