Where to Find Her

Many eschew the haughty doughty of meditation for its more down to earth cousin - simple relaxation. Although most use intermediaries to meet her. They may be introduced through spirits, like whisky, scotch, bourbon. Even lessor spirits know where to find traces of her: wine, malt liquor, beer. Some newer, post-industrial, spirits of the digital age: prosac, xanax, valium provide bordellos for extended liaisons. Older, plant based allies like opiates and soporifics, offer more rustic but exotic brothels on the frontier. Each of these arrangements require gratuities. Some skim payment immediately afterwards, some defer and string out the payment, leaving wakes of poverty, with little to meet the daily rent of simple satisfaction, much less the profound and transformative contentment that comes from a true and bonded relationship with relaxation. After many such payments, some can no longer afford even to feel just right.

A few, let's call them hunters in contrast to merchants, seek communion with their relaxation a different way. They may have experienced their first tastes through intermediaries, their first introductions to possibilities of ecstasy inherit in relaxation, but they chaffed at the ongoing requirements of these chaperon middle-man. Their bodies also have balked at the heavy taxation inherent in such commodity transactions.

And they begin to look for it themselves. She is a mighty ally, attested to by those who sacrifice their very character and way of life for her companionship.

But hunters begin as hunters begin, looking for sign. Following trails. Being alert during the day for her scent, until they began to realize the little tricks that kept from scaring her away and began to approach her native habitat and gain her confidence. That's when things change for the hunters. Now they can never go back to the shrink-wrap offerings of the market places, having tasted her fullness in the wild, meeting her with their own vibrant and unadulterated presence, they become together what was only glimpsed by those enamored with her tinsel.