My qigong practice begins with stirring the soup. Right away I notice the interior dialogue that I’m having. It isn’t just dialogue. It’s lists and to dooz that I remembered I didn’t do. It’s imaginary conversations; even comebacks or responses I wish I had made. It is the stuff of talking with others or...
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Leaping Lena
Woke up to a great fog coming up the hill and crossing the boundary onto my property line. Some things know no borders and that’s a good thing. Wish peace and all good things were like that. Waxing sentimental. Would have should have put “sentimental” as a tag on this site and several posts....