It’s an odd day. I ran out of my adderall today, I’m not psychotic but a little addled. Also this mind thinks a lotta stuff about it’s mate from time to time but never expresses it. So when I came down with a terrible cold and came home from work I was a little more than funkadelic. I was Shazam, the great funkadelini. Expressive, strong, considerate, persuasive. My meditation must have kicked in. Anyways, sadly I was all of that without the Prana and chi. Without spirit you are nothing but an addled nothing. 🤪😭 goddess of nothing. Spirit in everything.