As the days steadily grow shorter and cooler, I am called to spend a few moments appreciating the uncomplicated beauty of the garden. As sentient beings, plants possess an ability that perhaps we could all benefit to experience within ourselves.
It was one of those moments when time becomes irrelevant. My senses felt blocked to anything outside of the current task. With an inkling of doubt and a slight hesitation, I proceeded to strike as hard as I could. Or at least I thought I did. The brick sat there, staring at me. I looked up and at that very moment, I realized I had to go through with this. In front of me sat the master, several instructors and fellow students looking on. As I was given the motion to try again, a voice came into my head….”mind, body, spirit.” It was my dad’s voice, with three simple words that had set an anchor to what I now needed to do. I collected my thoughts and cleared my mind. This time there was no try….I broke it. The year was 1994 and I had just tested for my black belt (1st Dan) in Tae Kwon Do.