I was in a dream, knuckling the walls and wondering at the difference between knuckle and wall, when Pema woke me. She was pissed, and entirely unimpressed with whatever I might say or be. It was past 5:30 and I was late for the mindfullness ritual of Orioki breakfast. Her full moon face showed up personally to give the gravity of significance of my disalignment. I was pulled into my place in the shrine room, and settled to try to settle to focus as hard as I could on letting go as much as possible.

Our visible breath was humour, but we were quiet.