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
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
I get it. Thinking about not thinking does NOT constitute not thinking.
via Not thinking in Costa Rica