I've just been reminded of how different it feels to be disconnected from the world--how much more myself I feel, how much more alone, how much slower. Disconnected from the whizzing, electronically-enhanced modern world, I can allow myself to be, and the true me that the world has always seemed to keep stealing is where I am, is present, is me again. This is the me I found in Punto Lobos, where I was finally able to write. This is the me that when I imagine disconnecting again from the internet and I meditate comes back to me from the cave where Guruji did practices in India. I was not able to visit that cave in the little temple in Bandhwad, because I was always so "out of it," high on chai, ungrounded by the recent shaktipat and all the karmas from Auschwitz I had yet to process. And so, I lost my low, slow, smooth grounded energy because I was so easily influenced by glances, coughs, suggestions, because I had doubts about myself and my worth. But here it came floating back now, 25 years later, when I slowed myself down to Punto Lobos tempo--lentissimo y desconectado. I'm glad to be me again.