Samye Monday

9:15 a.m.
I wakened up far too early this morning and I keep falling asleep during the medtitations ... so far.

Something seemed to be eating the grass and dunting the side of the tent this morning very early on. Could it be the giant flesh eating rabbits? Whatever it was seemed to have got under the first flysheet and was definitely nudging the tent at my feet. What?

I went back to sleep then there was a wriggly feeling massaging the back of my legs. Like a ripple. I was lying on my back. The last time anything mysterious like that was happening to me was when I used to lie drunk in a hammock in Australia and the half feral cat used to rub against my back. So I tapped at the groundsheet part of the tent and hoped whatever it was would go away. I thought it might be a mole, sending a wave over the soil under the tent. Anyway, I was feeling this through the sleeping bag, the insulation sheet and the base of the tent.

I think something is coming to live under the tent, Jack. Don't worry, Hotboy, it'll only be an anaconda. They're harmless. So are pythons. It's the flesh eating mice you've got to worry about.

Has something like this happened to anyone out there before? Answers on a postcard, please.

12:25 p.m.
Special morning really. Tons and tons of bliss. Vast openings, but not much heat. Not really hammering the vase breathing though. Anyway, I feel a bit more settled than I did this morning.