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Shhhh

July 23, 2010

The other day, instead of feeding in to my usual story “I can’t do it, it’s all so scary, I could have done that better, this hurts, this hurts, this hurts” I turned around inside my own little head and said “Oh shut UP”.

And when I was finished with the lightest and strongest practice of my life (busted knee or no busted knee), I walked outside the shala and a man walking past to go to his shop, who was carrying a vase full of lilies, stopped, put them down, and gave me half. He gave me flowers, for telling myself to shut the fuck up. I should get my brain to shut up more often…

 

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One Comment leave one →
  1. July 30, 2010 17:19

    Must have been a Scotsman. 🙂

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