it’s been a while that I came at home at roughly 4am in the morning. After going to the talk by a visiting Zen teacher. And then going for a few coctails with a dear friend.
I don’t know if it was the talk or the coctails but I had one of the best evenings in a long time.
I think Trungpa Rinpoche was definitely up to something when he was extolling the virtues of conscious drinking (see Heart of the Buddha chapter Poison as medicine if I recall correctly). (I’ll probably get crucified for saying this somewhere)
All in all, it was a long time that I had such an honest, no bullshit, no holds barred conversation with someone. And let me tell you - it’s a breeze of delight for sure.