Having done two (short) residential meditation retreats, I now feel qualified to say that I *always* have a rough re-entry to the world after three or four days of silent meditation. I mean, who wouldn’t right? After four days of forest, silence, lovely dharma talks, healthy food – you’re getting truly and juicily into the deep meditation state – only to get back into the car, drive on a highway, go back to work, deal with household aggravations, and so on. Yesterday I was not only late for work but I left my government ID at home, had a mini-spaz about some work stupid, screwed up a knitting project, and had a stress attack at the hardware store. It wasn’t awesome. Today has turned out much better which means that I have truly arrived back in my life.