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Embracing the Yin in Costa Rica

The white side represented the male. You know. Shining, strong, noble, upright, something-ness that was active, productive and everything cool. But I was not to worry. Both were needed for life and equally important and that was the beauty of yin and yang. Screw the Chinese, I decided.

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The sound of change in Costa Rica

I now know, in a very visceral sense, how much power that water has. It had a enough to trap to me once, to hold me under until I thought I well might die, and all my will and strength were nothing compared to its casual, everyday force. In a similar battle I would lose again. I would lose every time.

The sound of change in Costa Rica

 

 

Feeling gratitude in Costa Rica

Pick something that you are grateful for. It sounds like an easy directive, coming from the qigong instructor…

I do a little Americanized “Hindu Yoga” and I am familiar with the gratitude thing. Good stuff, this feeling of thankfulness. Perhaps it is the Chinese influence, but my first thought is of my parents. Raising me to be open minded, to try new things. Good, that’s settled. I am grateful for my parents.

“Make sure you choose something simple, with no complications,” he tells us. Oh dear.

Feeling gratitude in Costa Rica

 

 

Not thinking in Costa Rica.

I get it. Thinking about not thinking does NOT constitute not thinking.

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On the Road without Advil or Tums

On the Road without Advil or Tums

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