It wasn’t an unexpected turn. Things just get away from us. I’m disappointed that I let it get to my
head. I surrendered. I told myself that I’d catch up after the
fact but I surrendered. And now I’m on
the road again.
Ideally, I won’t worry so much about falling off the
path. I’ll worry a lot more about how
fast I can get back on it. Suki – suki is
the appreciation of small things. Small
things can make a big difference. I have
always taken small things – like a step, or a day for granted. I’m still working on it. Human becoming and all that.
One kata. One push-up. One walk.
One sentence. Even for a master calligrapher, the number
one is the hardest to write. One is
the hardest part of counting to 52. It’s
just that when you count to one for a while it gets less hard. I can’t see how it ever gets easier. Just less difficult.
That's a big difference there.
The Stillpoint calls to me again. I sprained my ankle and I thought that I was
26 instead of 36. It still hurts and I
have no excuse. I used my recovering
ankle as an excuse to postpone my counting.
When I know full well that being hurt is the most important time to
count of all. It is my hope that
knowing this I’ll do better next time that I forget to count.
But for now, I’ll take pride in being able to finally count
to…
…10.
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