Living in a Body

About Living in a Body

Hal Walker, Ohio musician and writer living with severe ME/CFS, weaves music, stories and community from his bed. halwalker.substack.com (https://halwalker.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast)

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Hal Walker

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music · society & culture

Language

en

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No

First episode

22 Jan 2022

Latest episode

16 May 2026

Latest episodes

120 episodes in the feed.

1. 

   16 May 2026

   Emma in the Dark

   Two times a month, I attend an ME/CFS support call on Zoom sponsored by the Bateman-Horne Center. There are regularly almost 200 people on that call. The call is so well facilitated and has been a wonderful resource to me and many others. It’s given me a very positive impression of this not-for-profit organization. If you have a few dollars to donate in recognition of ME/CFS Awareness Week, I recommend donating to the Bateman Horne Center. Find the link below. Emma in the Dark The Chionanthus Virginicus in my backyard is in full bloom this week. It’s called a fringe tree. I planted it a few years ago and it keeps blooming every year. I’m glad that I planted it when I did. It just keeps getting more beautiful. I’m glad I noticed it at the farmer’s market and paid for it, and lugged it home on my scooter, and dug a hole, and put it in the hole, and watered it, and fertilized it. Now it’s a real tree on its own, doing its thing — every year. The tree is covered with these beautiful white fringe flowers. I rolled my wheelchair out there this afternoon just to get a smell. It was worth it. I love that smell. It’s real fruity and fresh and you can smell it from several feet away. I wish I could send a picture of it to my girlfriend Emma. She loves trees and she loves flowers. She loves the fresh air and loves the outdoors. But she lives with severe ME/CFS and for the last month she’s experiencing complete intolerance of all light. She’s living in a blacked-out room with blackout curtains and an eye mask on. Even opening her eyes in a darkened room is too much light for her system. It’s a terrifying and very difficult situation — with no help from the medical professionals. From afar, through voice memos and phone conversations, I’ve witnessed the terror of this particular rendition of this illness. It’s all part of ME/CFS, the mystery of this multi-system illness that devastates lives with no known cause and no known treatment. But Emma is facing it heroically. She’s been through so much with this illness and I have a lot of respect for the way she faces it — with honesty, grace, and courage. But let me tell you, she’s going through the wringer right now. Please send your most loving and caring wishes and prayers to beautiful Emma. Let’s make sure she knows she’s not alone. The full bloom of the fringe tree just happens to coincide with ME/CFS Awareness Week. May 9 through May 15 is the week that all the people with ME/CFS pull together whatever energy they’ve got and raise up their hands and say, “Look at us! We’re over here! We exist.” The millions missing call out from their darkened, silenced, hidden bedrooms, asking, pleading for help. “Who’s gonna do something about this? Please, somebody pay attention.” Somebody, take note. Take note of all the lack of care, all the lack of research, the lack of treatment, the lack of even diagnosis. All the people living in the dark. There are millions of people suffering without the care they need. And here’s my little voice spreading the word “myalgic encephalo-f****n’-myelitis,” also known as chronic-f**k you-fatigue syndrome. (Sorry about that, but it feels so good to say it out loud that way. It expresses my true feelings.) Myalgic encephalomyelitis, also known as chronic fatigue syndrome — poorly named, poorly understood, barely diagnosable, total mystery. Millions are missing. Including my dear friend Emma Kitchen. Emma and I met here on Substack almost two years ago, and we’ve been in touch over WhatsApp almost every day since. We’ve hit it off real well, it’s been a real blessing to know her. We’ve never met in person, but we’ve been through a lot together in the last two years. And the story continues as she goes through this very frightening time, completely intolerant to light. I’ve received a couple personal heartbreaking voice memos from Emma that I felt were worthy of being shared publicly. Emma agreed and I’m going to share them with you today in hopes of raising awareness to the reality and the difficulty of living with ME/CFS. Here she is, my dear friend, Emma Kitchen, going through a dark night, waiting for the soul to break through, waiting for the light on the other side, living through the terrifying reality of ME/CFS. Hi Hal, I’m so scared today. Last night, just loads of fear and stuff came up. Because I just feel like it’s getting worse. My mum having to come to the door, she must have heard me sniffling or something, crying quietly, and she just came in and sat with me. She wants to get the doctor out to come and see me for a home visit to see if we can get diazapam out of them… just to, I suppose, help on the days where I’m panicked, you know, some days I’m calm. But there are days when it’s just panic. I’m thinking about surrender. It sounds so nice — surrender, but I forget how terrifying surrender actually can be. What it’s actually asking for, because it’s asking to say “yes” to the things you’re most scared of. And I actually haven’t particularly been overly scared of M.E. flaring up and taking me back to that wholly bed ridden place, because I could look out the windows and I know that I can find peace and expansiveness in the sky, and I know that I’ve had deep moments of spiritual revelation in that space, and I know that I could do it. But having sight and sound taken as well — just existing in this void. I am afraid of that. I’m afraid, and it’s almost like this vulnerability of being a baby, just being wholly dependent on those around you. Okay, I surrender. That’s what surrender is, is it?. Saying, “I’m terrified of this happening. Okay? Do it, then. Do it if you must.” But I am not surrendered to that void. And I don’t like visiting. I feel so afraid, I just want to vomit. I don’t think I’ve been more afraid my entire life than what I am at the moment. Anyway, Love. I hope you are having a slightly easier time of it... or a much easier time of it. My mom says she’s keen to get me over into the bungalow. I’m not sure if that’s gonna make me more scared or less. Right now, I just feel like too scared to move a muscle. It’s that willingness to flow with the river. I know that my suffering is coming because I’m afraid and I don’t want this. F**K, Hal. I am f*****g scared. I am really f*****g scared. And I said that to my mum yesterday, and I completely like just cried in front of my mom. She said that she loved me and she was sorry that she’s not always loving towards me, that sometimes it’s shoddy, but she still loves me. That was... I’ve never heard that from her before. She said, I’m not alone, and she’ll do whatever she can, and she’s with me in this. She was like, “Oh, I think it’s time that we called for some help from Jesus.” I was like, “What the f**k is Jesus gonna do? What’s anybody gonna do?” That’s the whole f*****g point. There is nobody is there coming to rescue me? All that’s gonna happen is that this is just about me and acceptance, me and the void. There is no man on a cloud that’s gonna wave a magic wand. There is no amount of begging a God to save me. Anyway - I’ll try to speak to you later. I’m premenstrual. It’s a bad f*****g combination. The Next Day Morning, Hal, I’ve got the bad fear again. Last night when I got off the phone from you, not long after, I took diazapam. I felt really disorientated, and I could hear, kept hearing sounds like the central heatings buzzing, or the water filters buzzing and these things weren’t on, but I could hear them like they were on. And in the darkness, when I take my eye mask off, the room starts being illuminated in weird ways because of the sensory deprivation I expect. And I just grabbed herbs and put them in a cup and drank them. And I think it must have been a bit of a wild brew, but I really felt like I was about to go mad and I really freaked out. So I took diazapam. I’ve only got a couple left. I can sit with terror to a point then I think terror really asks for somebody else’s hand to hold yours. And at four o’clock in the morning, there’s no hand to hold and I feel like - you know the terror of being too sick to be able to speak and say, “Can you hold my hand?” Too afraid of the noise that person will make coming into your room, and if that’s gonna make a crash happen. And I feel like, like there’s this sense of failure for taking diazapam… like I should be sitting with my fear and Holding my fear. And you know this is a spiritual practice, and I do it. I sit with fear all the time. I watch it come. I stay with it. But last night was just really terrifying, and I woke up this morning. It’s like, Diazepam helped me just go to sleep. But I woke up with the terror still in my heart this morning. It’s what I’m sitting with now. My mom came in to bring me some breakfast and I had to tell her that the ordinary signs she was making in the kitchen yesterday were making me crash. She’s really scared. She’s eager for a doctor to come and see me. She’s gonna try to make that happen Monday, but I don’t know what she thinks they’re gonna do. Anyway - I think I’m just saying yes for her relief actually. You know, Hal, this morning, it’s like, I know the practice, I feel like I am on a razor’s edge, and it’s just this moment, just this moment, just this moment. And fear comes. And these fear narratives come about what the future is going to hold, and what about this, and what if that, and what if the other, and how will you go with this? And and I know that… I know that it’s just a state of now that surrender is only ever asking for now, this moment, this sensation that I can hold it, that I’m equal to it. What I’m not equal to is the storylines this fear is telling me. So I just keep trying to come back to the raw feeling of fear in my body. Where do I feel it? How does it feel? How is it moving? Where is the sickness? What’s its movement in my body? Where? Where can I sense it? Can I accept it in this moment? Yes, I can. The Course in Miracles has got one of its lessons saying, you know, I place future in the hands of God. So every time I’m getting a fear thought, I’m just saying that. I just find my way back to the spaciousness. And that’s the tricky thing, when you’ve got fear so fierce, spaciousness is obscured, and all that’s left is to just be very present with fear. And as soon as I feel this need to get away from the fear, it increases fear. It increases the body’s response to fear. More adrenaline gets pumped out. So I have to get closer to fear. I love you, Hal Get full access to Living in a Body at halwalker.substack.com/subscribe (https://halwalker.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_4)

2. 

   11 Apr 2026

   Now, Even Slower

   Join the Conversation! In the post below, I give a brief update and reflect on my mantra of the current season — “Slow Down.” I recognize that Spring is typically more of a time of ramping up than slowing down, but I hope you’ll consider sharing an area in your life where you have successfully slowed down. Tell us. Have you reaped the benefits? Or… Share some area of your life where you’d like to try slowing down this Spring. Join me in the life changing practice of going slower and share the journey with us. It may be a new feature to some of you, but I hope you’ll join the chat conversation on Substack by clicking below. If that’s too fast-paced for you, leave a comment as usual. Now, Even Slower In hopes of easing the twisted, crashy feeling in my gut, I lie belly down on the bed. My face is smashed to the pillow and turned to the right. My knee is bent and pulled up to the side. It’s quiet in my second floor bedroom on South Chestnut Street but I can hear the cars passing by outside. I’ve heard that it’s sunny and Springtime in Ohio this afternoon. I’m lying here in the dark. The phrases I choose to say over and over again in my head change from season to season. Since my 60th birthday a few weeks ago, “Slow down” has been the mantra. Under my breath, I whisper, “Slow down, Hal.” Then I ponder what it means , I relax my breath, I smile and I follow it up with, “now, even slower.” It’s hard to believe that a guy in my circumstances could go much slower, but I can. I’m very aware of an old pattern of urgency in my inner world that ME/CFS is calling me to address. There’s this little Hal voice inside that says, “whatever it is, I want it now.” These days, I’m interested in slowing down on a cellular level. I’m not really sure what that means but I have a feeling it’s one of the keys to my survival of this illness. My 60’s have gotten off to a rough start. After about 8 months of milder symptoms, a series of “crashes” have left me in another deep state of illness. Since December, I’ve gone from mostly housebound to mostly bed bound. It’s been brutal. I’ve spent these first couple weeks of Spring behind blackout curtains and an eye mask seeking relief from the neurological sensitivities of this baffling illness. My full-time job has been avoiding any of the seemingly innocent activities that could possibly cause further crashes. That includes pretty much everything. My business these days is resting and digesting. My English girlfriend Emma Kitchen (https://substack.com/profile/37316667-emma-kitchen), who also has this condition, speaks wisely of deep rest. Especially after a relapse, she says how crucial it is to let go of all “doing.” Only after settling in to a new baseline do we bring back small amounts of doing over time. Emma’s experience has been that if we use this precious time to dwell in the quiet spaciousness of the present moment, illness can be a doorway to something profoundly beautiful. I believe whole heartedly in her approach, but I follow it imperfectly. You know how much I love a project. I love the creative process. I love making things. I love doing... possibly at times to my own detriment. Thankfully or not, I’ve gotten lots of practice in this chronic illness way of life. I keep being forced to adjust to what is. I’m learning to take my luck as it comes and after some terrified moans and groans, I eventually fit myself to it. It’s fairly remarkable how quickly I’ve adapted to this recent reality. Time and time again, the illness asks me to slow down. Over and over, I find out that I shoulda’ slowed down much sooner. I like the “if only I knew then what I know now” game. Just for fun, I’ve been imagining what would have happened if I had taken seriously the concept of slowing down back in 1991 when ME/CFS first came into my life. Maybe I would’ve transcended by this time. I’d probably be a meditation guru... or a super humble teacher of gentle yoga. Instead, I’m bed bound, I have a burning passion for productivity and I’ve got three and a half million followers on TikTok — but not enough energy to record a video. When I was in the worst of it a couple weeks ago, upon awakening, the first thought that crossed my mind was, “I’m fucked.” The feeling that goes with that thought reminds me of the time I got swept into the ocean by a rogue wave in Kauai. On one side of me were turbulent waves crashing against sharp lava rocks. On the other side was the infinite gray ocean that reached out as far as my eyes could see. Beneath me was an undercurrent that felt like a rushing river pulling me out to my death. I remember the baffling depths of terror that I felt as I realized how deeply fucked I was. Miraculously, in that situation, the right wave came along at the right time and helped push me to safety. The guy that had been standing right next to me didn’t have such luck. His daughter had to attend her dad’s memorial service there on the ocean with the seals and the wind. I, on the other hand, got this bonus life that I’m still living today. Maybe I’m not so fucked after all. The truth is, in so many ways, I’m blessed. But there’s no denying it. ME/CFS is one of the rougher ones. I don’t wish it upon anyone. In those earliest hours of the morning with intense symptoms overwhelming my nervous system, I can pretty easily convince myself that it’s always gonna be like this and it’s probably only gonna get worse. Instead, I’m grateful to say that I’ve seen small signs of improvement over the last few days. The more days that I get to live in this body, the more I learn the importance of changing the “I’m fucked” thought to something more productive. So I turn to one of a handful of my favorites -- thoughts like “Yes” or “Thank you, God” or “This too shall pass” or “This moment” or no thought at all. During this recent downturn, The one I’ve gone to most is “Slow Down.” Hey, that reminds me of a song. Remember this one? Sing it with me. Slow down, you’re movin’ too fastYou got to make the morning lastJust kicking down the cobblestonesLooking for fun and feelin’ groovyLadldeea da da da dum, feelin’ groovy.-Paul Simon Having raced through much of my life with self-important busy-ness and an inner drive of urgency, “Slow down” points me in the direction of the truth. It brings me back to the moment. I slow down my breathing. I slow down my thinking. I imagine my heartbeat slowing. I picture all the cells in my body relaxing. Then I smile and I say, “now, even slower.” I like slowing down cause it requires patience and I’ve got little patience. I’m certain that patience is a good things to have so I get to spend these long days in bed practicing. I take a bite of food and then I slow down. I practice patience. I knit a single round of a sock and then I rest. I practice patience. I write a few sentences of my next Substack and then I pause. I practice patience. I lie belly down with my face smashed to the pillow and my leg up to the side and I think, “Slow down, Hal” I breathe slower. I think slower. I smile and then I whisper, “now even slower... even slower.” I practice patience. I practice trust. I practice surrender. In Letters to a Young Poet, Rilke says it so beautifully. He writes: “Being an artist means, not reckoning and counting, but ripening like the tree which does not force its sap and stands confident in the storms of spring without the fear that after them may come no summer. It does come. But it comes only to the patient, who are there as though eternity lay before them, so unconcernedly still and wide. I learn it daily, learn it with pain to which I am grateful: patience is everything.” Thanks so much for reading. It’s a been a joy producing this publication and I’m so glad that you’re a part of it. Enjoy living in that body of yours. See you next time. H Get full access to Living in a Body at halwalker.substack.com/subscribe (https://halwalker.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_4)

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   28 Feb 2026

   Sugar Mountain

   Hi. This Saturday, March 7th at 2:00 pm EST, I’m hosting a Zoom gathering to celebrate my March 5th birthday when I’ll be turning 60. You’re invited. Find details and a Zoom link below. Please click the PLAY button above to hear the intended PODCAST version of this episode. Find the complete transcript below. Thanks for being here! ❤️ Hal When: March 7, 2-3:30 pm EST. (notice time change from previous announcement) Where: Zoom Meeting: 870 0553 2132What: Open House followed by playing, “Friends are Human - a game that brings you closer to your friends.” Note: Stay for 5 minutes or stay the whole time. Sugar Mountain Guess what!? I’m turning 60 next week… and you’re invited. I’ll tell you about that later, but for now, I just want to settle into the reality of getting older. It was 40 years ago that I turned 20. That was 1986. At the time, I was loving the Neil Young song, “Sugar Mountain.” The first time I ever heard Neil Young something changed in me. I’d grown up taking piano lessons and listening to Casey Kasem play top 40 music on the radio. But I went away to college and heard the sound of Neil Young playing the guitar and the harmonica at the same time and I thought, “That’s what I want to do.” I was blown away. I heard him play “Sugar Mountain” and that became my anthem for a little while. “You can’t be 20 on Sugar Mountain, though you’re thinking that you’re leaving there too soon.” It goes… “Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain, with the Barkers and the colored balloons. You can’t be 20 on Sugar Mountain, though you’re thinking that you’re leaving there too soon. You’re leaving there too soon.” - Neil Young I loved that song so much. It was my coming of age song. I was growing up, I left home for college, I was growing my hair long and I was coming into my own. The reality was that I was a history major at Northwestern and I didn’t want to be there. “Sugar Mountain” helped me tap into the kind of life that I wanted — a free life on the mountain with a guitar and a harmonica. I wasn’t really cut out for academics. The liberal arts education was what my dad recommended, but I see now I was meant for being out on the Frisbee field, creating with my hands, crafting and making — playing music. I wasn’t cut out for reading history books in the library. I wanted to be free. I didn’t want to be locked to a desk with chains . I wanted to wear my hair long and have a girlfriend and wear hippie clothes… and be free. Lately, I’ve been reading a diary that I wrote back in 1985, 41 years ago. It’s been a fascinating read, a glimpse into my 19 year old brain. I was so insecure and so critical of others — desperate for a girlfriend. My big aspiration was to live among the homeless. I just wanted to roam the streets of Chicago. I wanted to be free. I’m gonna read you a little bit of the diary. Here’s an excerpt. “The last couple days have been incredible. Right now, I’m rather confused and I have a kind of sick feeling and I can’t wait to talk to dad to get his opinions. It all started by reading ‘Illusions’ by Richard Bach. Last night, I was to the point of crying, saying, ‘I have to get out of here. I have to get on my bike and ride.’ I spent most of the crying time thinking what I would tell dad to convince him how confused and unhappy I am. I have friends and all, but I’m 18 years old and I will soon be 80 years old, and I have to do what I really want. At this point, what I really want is to learn how to ride my bike and throw a Frisbee. I was to the point last night where I honestly didn’t think I would be here next quarter. As I look back, it sounds like a big excuse to not do homework. But it’s still true today. I don’t know what I should do. I think about taking all those s**t requirements. This morning, I was convinced that I would transfer into the music department and really learn how to play the piano. That would be cool — riding a bike around the world, playing the piano. Guess what? This is the next day, and I’m gonna drop out of school. Actually, I have to talk to dad first. But as of now, I’m a member of American Youth Hostels. I’m gonna dress real warm and head south, hitting all the hostels, reading a lot, practicing Hacky Sack, riding my bike a lot. You know… I’ll find a place to stay, then unpack, then train on my bike. I was studying Russian last night, and then I stopped and read “Illusions” and I convinced myself. I’m thinking that maybe I’ll find out the standards for transferring to the music school, but I’d still have to go through all this s**t of being nervous about finishing things. If there were no grades, people would study when they want to study. Some people wouldn’t study, but they would be happy. It’s impossible to not care about grades when there are grades. I can’t seem to have fun without thinking I should be doing something else. If I took a bike trip, I could do things like go into small town high schools and pick up an ultimate game. I could talk to people at hostels and I could sit back and read and write letters, making people think that I’m a great guy. I have to do it. Tonight was calmer than two nights ago. That night, I almost got sick and I cried and screamed, “I have to get out of here.” I’m gonna ask Harold Walker III of the future a few questions now. One — Did you take a break from school and take a bike trip? Two — Are you over the confusion of what to do with life yet? Three — Are you well educated? (not necessarily academically.) Four — Did you do the right thing? Five — Have you found something to really love and dedicate yourself to? I have to get out of here. Today and yesterday, I convinced myself that I would transfer to theater, but tonight, as we prepare for the coffee house, I’ve discovered that I’m not an actor. My body is so big and uncoordinated. S**t! I can’t do anything. There’s nothing in my past worth remembering and unless I get out of here, I can’t foresee anything in the future. I’m so scared. What should I do? Right now there’s nothing that I love to do but play ultimate… and I love Barb so bad, but I have nothing to say to her. Whenever we see each other, we part so abruptly without saying “goodbye.” On that bad night when I had to get out of here a week ago, I wanted so badly to talk to her and cry to her and have her comfort me. I got there and she wasn’t home and I went over to J.K. Sweets and there she was with her boyfriend. She looked so cold, and there was no way I could have said anything to her. I can’t wait to take off on my bike, taking my time, having no rush to get anywhere. I’ll stop at Ohio Wesleyan and Ohio State and Miami U. And I’ll move on South and possibly stop by Granny and Grandad’s in Birmingham. But they would probably die knowing that I had dropped out of school and had long hair. Oh s**t, I was just humiliated….” Anyway, it goes on and on for many, many pages. 1985. Well, Hal Walker of the past. It’s been a lot of life since then — 40 years as a matter of fact. You didn’t drop out of school, but you did go on the bike trips. You had a few girlfriends, you got married, you had a daughter named Hallie and you got divorced. And then two weeks ago, you started knitting. You’ve entered your knitting phase. Turning 60. Gettin’ started on knitting. It’s been a good one. It’s been a good 40 years. I can’t wait for the next 40. I’m turning 60 next week. That gives me 40 more years to 100. I haven’t been listening to any music lately, so I don’t have a “coming of age song” for 60. I guess for me, it’s more of a coming of age activity — knitting. Yep… learning to knit. My English girlfriend, Emma started knitting socks, and I said, “I want to learn to knit socks.” So we’re knitting socks together. I jumped right in and bought some yarn and bought some circular needles. I’m really enjoying it. I can’t believe it took me so long to get into knitting. I guess I had to slow down first to the pace of knitting. Of course, you know the way I roll. I’ve started with three knitting projects. I’m doing two pairs of socks and a hat. You know, my mom’s an artist and a knitter, and I realize, with all the art and knitting that I’ve been doing lately, she rubbed off on me more than I ever thought. Hal of 1985… Yep, you found your thing — Islamic geometric patterns and knitting. And by the way, you got free. Yeah, you’re free, man. It took a while, but you got free. Just in time. Birthday Zoom - You’re Invited. So anyway, next week’s my birthday, and you’re invited. Here’s what I’m gonna do. Next Saturday afternoon, March 7, at 2:00 pm Eastern time, I’m hosting a Zoom and you’re invited. For the first half hour, it’s just an “Open House.” Stop in for 5 or 10 minutes just to say “Hi” and connect on Zoom with me and whoever shows up. Then at 2:30 Eastern Time, for those of you that have the time to stay and want a deeper, more intimate connection, we’re going to play this game that I love called, “Friends are Human — a game that brings you closer to your friends.” And that’s what I want. That’s what I want on my birthday… is to be closer to my friends. And YOU are my friends and you’re invited. So we’ll gather and connect. Let me just pull out one of the questions. It’s basically a deck full of questions. I will pick out my favorites and we’ll take turns answering them. There will be no pressure to speak. You can just listen. But if you want to make yourself vulnerable and share, you’ll have the opportunity to answer the questions. For instance, “What’s a topic you wish you knew more about?” These are just random. “What parts of your life do you hope will be the same 10 years from now?” Nice. Here’s a deep one. “How has your understanding of love evolved as you’ve grown older.” And finally… (there’s 140 cards to choose from) Here’s one up my alley. “If you could learn any new skill instantly, what would it be?” And finally, “What’s something you’re passionate about that you don’t get to talk about very often.” So we will have some time together on Zoom. Stay as long as you want or as short as you want. It’s my 60th birthday. Please, no gifts. Actually, my birthday is on March 5th and this event is on March 7th, but that’s okay. Everyone, thanks so much. Thanks for being here. I hope you’ll come. I’ll leave the Zoom link above on this post and I hope to see you there. In the meantime, enjoy living in that body of yours. It’s not going to be around forever. I mean, we’ve only got 40 more years. We’ve only got 40 more years, and the last 40 went by so fast. “You can’t be 20 on Sugar Mountain, though you’re thinking that you’re leaving there too soon… Now you say you’re leaving home ‘cause you want to be alone. Ain’t it funny how you feel when you’re finding out it’s real? Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain, with the Barkers and the colored balloons. You can’t be 20 on Sugar Mountain, though you’re thinking that you’re leaving there too soon, you’re leaving there too soon.” - Neil Young Thanks for listening. I appreciate you. I’ll see you next time. Bye, Bye. Get full access to Living in a Body at halwalker.substack.com/subscribe (https://halwalker.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_4)

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