Esalen stream of consciousness DAY ONE

  My coffee overlooking the Pacific Ocean. Rain drenched Big Sur coastline. Soupy slate blue sea smashing against the craggy, fog covered edge of California. Smeared across Esalen are crowds. Milling quietly to and fro. Nervous energy in the air, but it could be just me. It probably is just me. Tried to write inContinue reading “Esalen stream of consciousness DAY ONE”