Waters of March

Refreshed after an interesting and relaxing week at Esalen, but in the end the hot tub delusion got me and I am in bed with a streaming cold. Still, lying in bright sun and hot, sulphurous water, watching whales spout and kelp heads sway in the deep swell... and even better, walking on impossibly green, lush grass under towering trees, and chatter and wood fires and wine in the evening - deep things, too deep for tears. And constant, healthy, interesting food, like being babied.

We are now entered in twenty festivals. Stefan took his laptop and during lulls in shooting methodically worked his way through. I just observed the program, very interesting but not personally applicable. Does this mean I am Mature?