At six o’clock this morning I was in a room in
At 6.30, Eddie calls us to attention and we chant the invocation prayer (an invocation, I think, not an incantation as a friend put it last week—though I rather like the idea of a magic spell, and wish there was one for doing a perfect headstand). I’ve been told to work on slowing my breathing, to improve my focus. It’s fascinating that focus has become my f-word in business, too. So much is burgeoning this year that I need the admonition more than ever (and I’m getting it, too, from all directions).
As I listened to the chanting this morning I reflected on the oddity of my being involved in two Asian practices, yoga and aikido, both intense physical training activities that include religious rituals. Maybe, I told my son a few weeks ago, with all this praying and chanting, I’m becoming a bit more spiritual. “Sure,” he said, “Mom, you’re about as spiritual as a cannonball.”
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