Back one week after a very transformative month in the beautiful northern Arizona town of Sedona (named "Slowdona" by locals.) I realize that many of my favorite activities: folding pages, repetitive application of paint layers, and cutting and gluing tiny pieces of paper fly in the face of mindfulness practice. Add to that my impatience to see results equals a conflict of my inner and outer worlds. I am not ready to sort all of that out, by the way. Let's just say, I am muddling through, or slogging through ankle-deep mud that slows my "perceived progress." Practicing daily sadhana and waiting to see which door will open with the next opportunity. So far, two doors have closed, so I am anxious (yes, I am), to see what's next.