Today I wake up feeling confuddled. I feel like my brain is still nestled under my duvet even though I am standing staring at the duvet lying (not a spelling mistake) on the floor. My stomach is churning and I feel tearful. WHY? I was still ok when going to bed last night.
Doing my qigong I concentrate on the me who want to have a life of beauty while holding the me who am filled with resentment against going to work. I have one of those moments when everything slows down. I am just the me, breathing in the morning air, feeling curious. There is always a moment of reality and awe where rest and unrest meet. A feeling of absorption when frustration meets truth.
Doing my qigong I concentrate on the me who want to have a life of beauty while holding the me who am filled with resentment against going to work. I have one of those moments when everything slows down. I am just the me, breathing in the morning air, feeling curious. There is always a moment of reality and awe where rest and unrest meet. A feeling of absorption when frustration meets truth.
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this morning, as i wake up in the "middle of the night" for me since i go to bed late sometimes, like i did last night, some of these same feelings are rolling around in me. this idea of frustration meets truth. i have never thought of it like this but yes, yes, this is it...
a beautiful concentration you have while practicing qigong...this juxtiposition of it. yes, yes, yes.
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