What about the moments in between the events

When daily life takes over

I remember coming back from my last retreat. Something shifted. I could feel it. Nothing outside had changed. Same road. Same house. Same life.

Still, it all felt different.

Three days later I am standing in the supermarket. Fluorescent lights. A trolley with a wobbly wheel. And that music…

Where did that feeling go?

Then one Friday my event got cancelled last minute.

No ceremony. No cacao. Nobody. Just me with an empty weekend ahead.

Back in the days this would have destroyed my weekend.

But not anymore.

I know this space. I used to think nothing happened here.

But I was wrong.

Somehow, this is the space where the real thing hides. Where most of life actually happens.