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POST 692 18jan2025
Exercise Lung Meridian
The Steps on Snow
Winter in Canada
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2025 EXERCISE FOR THIS WEEK |
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THE LUNGS MERIDIAN / Series NGU BO Thủ Phế (Thủ phế đại nhật
liên hoa)
       
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POST 692 QUOTATION
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One ought, every day at least, to hear a
little song, read a good poem, see a fine
picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.” GOETHE
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Along My Path
Charles Phan Hoang |
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THE STEPS ON SNOW Post 692
January 18, 2025 |
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THE STEPS ON SNOW It is a bright
winter morning. For some time, I have been moving slowly along a snowy path
that winds like a serpent deep into the picturesque conservation area of
Petrie Island. The temperature has dropped to minus 14°C, typical for the
season, but a biting wind makes it feel closer to minus 24°C.
The only sound
accompanying me is the faint crunch of my steps on the icy trail. The woods,
once dense with foliage, now stand bare and transparent, revealing a stark
clarity that comes only in winter’s grip. Moving carefully through this cold
stillness, I am acutely aware of not only my physical sensations, the sharp
sting of the air, the weight of my movements, but also of my thoughts, my
spirit, and the intangible part of myself.
With each step,
my mind drifts freely. Sometimes it lingers on distant, happy memories or
unforgettable moments from the past. At other times, it ventures forward,
imagining future possibilities. This quiet, meandering walk brings an
unexpected richness to my solitude, blending reflection and anticipation.
Along the
isolated path, life still thrives in the cold. I encounter inquisitive black
squirrels, playful little red squirrels, talkative and lively chickadees,
nuthatches that scurry down trees head first and energetic hairy woodpeckers rhythmically
striking trees. Even crows add their voices to the stillness. Every step I
take leaves a mark in the snow, a transient record of my journey. In these
moments, my body and mind are in harmony. There is no goal, no purpose to
this walk, just the simple joy of being present in the world.
I once read
about the hermits of the Himalayas, individuals who challenge the extreme
cold by walking barefoot on thick snow, wearing only thin garments. Their
ability to endure such conditions, honed through years of rigorous training,
is astonishing. I deeply admire their discipline and resilience. Yet, if I
ever had the chance to meet one of these hermits, I would ask: Is your purpose to conquer the cold, or is
walking in the mountains, regardless of the weather, your true intention?
As for myself,
I am no hermit. I walk for hours along quiet trails in every season, drawn
not by a need to endure but by a love for the journey itself. I embrace life
in society and hope for good health and a long future. I want to witness the
ever-changing world, to see how long-held doctrines fade and new ideas take
root. For now, though, I am here, just walking, happily, with the snow
crunching softly beneath my feet.
Charles Phan
Hoang (Post 692
January 18, 2025)
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POST 692 Sharing |
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Leo Rojas - El Condor
Pasa (Videoclip)
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Sharing online Learn English Through
Story ★ Subtitles: England (level 4)
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