There are moments when writers block rears its ugly head. One way to slay this beast is to deploy a set of headphones, dial up a song, and let the music take the steering wheel. Let this song be considered the author of this post.
Have you ever had an epiphany? You know, per Merriam Webster, when you stumble upon "an intuitive grasp of reality through something (such as an event) usually simple and striking." These can take the form of life changing wake-up calls or realizations that change your perspective on, well, just about anything. I might have had an epiphany this last Sunday.
It wasn't anything sudden, like when one is hit with a lightening bolt of awareness about a past life or something, but more of a gradual awakening to the truth that seeps into one's consciousness surreptitiously, like the realization that training the mind is just, if not more, important that training the body. Long sentence, I know.
It occurred to me last Sunday that my body is a lot more complex than I realized. Sure, when I push it too hard and too long, it breaks down. I knew that. It's why I'm an idiot more often than I'd like to admit. It's when I'm trying to heal the body when the mystery emerges.
More to follow.