So far, this trip has been great for my overall well-being. As an extrovert, I’m often refueled connecting with a broader community. I also find a lot of time for myself, and for my frisbee. I get a little “off” when we are on the go a lot, but life gets boring when we stay in one place for too long. I guess it’s all about finding the balance.
My mom finds her balance sitting around. She calls it, “meditating.” I sit too, but only for a treat. Sometimes she puts herself into a pretzel on a mat. She calls it, ‘yoga’. I put myself into a pretzel too. This practice is also set with an intention: to clean (but only one chakra). Dad thinks it’s gross.
Like my dad, I find balance through exercise. I definitely see the benefits. I’ve sharpened my skills at catching flies (like in Karate Kid). If you show me a firework that can make me flinch, I’ll show you my tail. I still occasionally “lose it” from time to time and rush a stranger, but I still think I’m passed the “Young Grasshopper” stage.
Speaking of young grasshoppers, did you know that the locals in Mexico eat grasshoppers for snacks? They’re called, ‘Chapulines.’ I guess it just goes to show: everyone of us is made in the image of doG regardless of different practices. You say, “chapuline;” I say, “TREAT!”