I started to feel more mindful. I walked carefully. I was feeling the effects.
I started to do yoga movements: stretches on the bed. I twisted myself in all sorts of poses, including one resembling "Bridge", except my head was under my body and the weight of my body was on top of it. Perhaps it doesn't sound nice, but it felt great. I was doing these movements unconsciously, only when I reached the desired asana, I would realise I was "there".
These stretches that I do on drugs are the main reason I got into yoga. I highly doubt I am the only one who does that, even though we know that pre-modern yoga poses are sitting poses and are very different from the modern practice.
I vacuumed a bit because the dust started to bother me.
So many things started to come back to me:
- I need to take better care of myself, and that includes cleaning and tidying the flat.
- I needed to go back to the Yoga studio because it is good for me physically and makes me feel connected to society. (I wrote "YOGA" in my notebook in giant capital letters spanning the whole page)
- That I need to eat mindfully, and not just stuff my face while watching YouTube videos.
I was also afraid that Molly will leave me, because I believe drugs lessen their effects if the people taking the drugs (the students) don't integrate the lessons from these trips. I had this happen to me with weed, and I needed to write down what weed tough me, make offerings to it (burning it without smoking it), and think deeply about it, before weed returned to me again. Given that I have clearly forgotten to implement the lessons of Molly, I was fearing that Molly would leave me.