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Spring will inevitably come back again!

I like the simplicity of this one and the immediate effect on blood circulation. Been practicing for the last few days and want to keep on doing it for a few months and wait for further results.

A good article about Ping Shuai Gong http://theinnozablog.blogspot.com/2017/12/swing-hands-can-cure-many-illnesses.html?m=1

Glad to know your opinion and learn something new with you, Apech! Cheers.

Not offended Apech. Just had some hope that my observation could have serious feedback. Most days I enjoy your sense of humour. No need for apologies from you, ok? Peace.

It's your sad life Nungali. Live with it.

And what followed was so expected...unfortunately!

Mine neither...but that's not the point is it? And forgive me for being a bit harsh apech I love a good joke but just not tonight...

Wouldn't you agree that part of the knot itself looks a bit phallic , suggesting union of male and female energies?

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want. Don't go back to sleep. People are going back and forth across the doorsill Where the two worlds touch. The door is round and open. Don't go back to sleep. Rumi

I'm not being able to upload photos. What should I do? Thanks.

Winter is coming...

There was this quote on a book about aphrodisiac cuisine that I've read in my teens: "god made the food and the devil the seasoning". Lately I've been thinking of making a diet move towards having my food as simple _ altough cooked_ as possible. Animals have their food as simple as possible, right? Almost all : ) It will be a challenge though living in a family with some of the best cooks I've ever met. My wife's deceased dog, rotten spoiled would have spiced food and would refuse to eat anything not properly seasoned : ) Flavour the flavourless...would someone advise...

"Walking is man's best medicine." Hippocrates

Death is the unknown, as sorrow is. You really do not know sorrow; you do not know its depth, its extraordinary vitality. You know the reaction to sorrow, but not the action of sorrow. You know the reaction to death, but not the action of death, what it implies; you don't know whether it is ugly or beautiful. But to know the nature, the depth, the beauty and loveliness of death and sorrow, is the ending of death and sorrow.

It is good to be alone. To be far away from the world and yet walk its streets is to be alone. To be alone walking up the path beside the rushing, noisy mountain stream full of spring water and melting snows is to be aware of that solitary tree, alone in its beauty. The loneliness of the man in the street is the pain of life; he is never alone. Sorrow is the movement of that loneliness.

I consider a fanatic someone who doesn't question or is afraid of questioning his message or the message he follows, which doesn't seem to be the case with K. Don't consider him however someone perfect and without human frailties. Lots of learn with him though.

Heard about this one a few years back. The military technique. Never tried it. https://www.theclassroom.com/develop-photographic-memory-4476504.html

If you're looking for simplicity there's nothing like ping shuai gong. Give it a try. It works.

Be really in communion with nature, not verbally caught in the description of it, but be a part of it, be aware, feel that you belong to all that. Be able to have love for all that, to admire a deer, the lizard on the wall, a broken branch lying on the ground. Look at the evening star or the new moon, without the word, without merely saying how beautiful it is and turning your back on it, attracted by something else. Watch that single star and new delicate moon as though for the first time. If there is such communion between you and nature, then you can commune with man, with the student sitting next to you, with your educator, or with your parents. We have lost all sense of relationship in which there is not only a verbal statement of affection and concern but also this sense of communion which is not verbal. It is a sense that we are all together, that we are all human beings, not divided, not broken up, not belonging to any particular group or race, or to some idealistic concepts, but that we are all human beings and we are all living on this extraordinary, beautiful earth.

To observe the hidden, one has to have eyes that are not conditioned by the past. One must look at oneself as though for the first time, each time, and therefore never accumulate.