Gravy is such a versatile metaphor, isn’t it? It flows, it coats, it sticks. Some get the rich, glossy reduction of all the best parts of life, while others are spooned the beige mediocrity of a Denny’s side dish. If Bella’s serving is the secret to random donations from strangers and a first-class invitation to spiritual affluence, I’ll gladly take notes for my next incarnation.
I feel you on the fish out of water feeling of it all. I've not gone to such retreats but have been in similar new-age contexts and felt like an insider/outsider anthropologist rather than an actual participant. The whole thing feels overwrought.
Gravy is such a versatile metaphor, isn’t it? It flows, it coats, it sticks. Some get the rich, glossy reduction of all the best parts of life, while others are spooned the beige mediocrity of a Denny’s side dish. If Bella’s serving is the secret to random donations from strangers and a first-class invitation to spiritual affluence, I’ll gladly take notes for my next incarnation.
I feel you on the fish out of water feeling of it all. I've not gone to such retreats but have been in similar new-age contexts and felt like an insider/outsider anthropologist rather than an actual participant. The whole thing feels overwrought.
This was so well written and sounds like a crazy experience! Would never have thought one could find an Indian temple in the jungles of Costa Rica