8/11/98 8:45PM PST

My dreams of writing every morning haven't quite worked out. I seem to run my life forever a bit late, and trying to catch up.

Tonight, I retreated to the tent as the sun set and the mosquitos arrived.

I've seen so much, and yet I feel like I've skipped over so much, just skimming the surface, trying to keep to the schedule. Can I take my time on the way home?

At the moment, I'm in a camp in the Mendocino National Forest, where I get to hang out for almost two days before I have to return to SF to join the tour to China and Tibet. Yesterday, I spent several hours walking through the Muir woods. It seemed I couldn't walk slowly or quietly enough. I felt like I was in a church, and at the same time, I felt highly aroused, just like I was making love slowly and sensuously. What a wonderful way to spend an afternoon.