Kundalini and the Art of Being ... 1She wrote that she had gotten sick of Austin and decided to move
somewhere else for a little while, just for a change of scene. She had
picked Arcata because, when she’d left me in Eugene to go rescue
Lisa down in Santa Cruz, she had driven through Arcata, stopped
there for lunch, and remembered liking the town. So she had sponta-
neously packed up her car, driven across the country, found a room
in a house with three other guys, and got a job, all in a matter of a
couple of weeks.
I gave her a call, and she was equally surprised to hear that I was in
the process of moving to Arcata myself. Soon I got acceptance from
one of my housing possibilities—a studio apartment building next
to the HSU campus. The following weekend I moved into my new
home, the first time I had my own place in years.
A few days after settling in, I gave Amy a call and invited her out
to the movies. We met downtown and hugged for a long while in
front of the local movie theater. I almost didn’t recognize her at first,
as she had recently cut short her long, dark hair. But she was still
beautiful. I was happy to see her again and to have this opportunity
to truly resolve things since our troubled time together in Austin. We
watched the movie, and then she came over to my studio. We sipped
tea and talked for a while, before she biked back to her own place a
little ways outside of town.
Over the next few months, we developed a much more open friend-
ship than we’d had previously, even progressing into the realm of ro-
mance. Though she worked in Eureka and didn’t live right in Arcata,
we managed to spend a day or two together each week. I had decided
to pay my rent using a credit card, hoping to put off getting a job for
a little while. Although my condition was definitely improving, more
than a year after my Kundalini awakening I still felt that I couldn’t
handle working regularly amidst my erratic energy patterns and other
ongoing symptoms, so I had lots of spare time to go hiking in the red-
woods or to the beach, do yoga, and to hang out in the campus library
reading and writing. Keeping my schedule open and fairly simple while
I had the chance seemed to be conducive to retaining my sanity.