Roots push through concrete. Their slow but tenacious momentum breaks through stone. Your heart has roots too, to places and to people.
Where do you come from? Where are you going?
Eyes. Horizon. Look down. Look up.
There are at least six kinds of bow.
1. A device for launching arrows with the force from a flexed piece of wood, bone, fiberglass, or other material drawn under tension from the pull of an archer upon its cord.
2. The front of a boat.
3. What some people tie around a gift or their heads or their throats to be classy at a party.
4. A stick with horse hair drawn across strings of an instrument to produce music.
5. A gesture of respect.
6. The handle or “fingerle” of a key.
Today, I will talk about #5. There is something amazing that happens when you incorporate a bow into your daily life, at meals or at the beginning and end of gatherings. I’m not quite sure how it works, but it brings everyone together in a neat way. Suddenly everyone is paying attention to each other and to their surroundings. It is a good way to appreciate the moment.
You bow momentarily when you sit down to write. Become aware of this next time. To what or to whom do you bow? What is the intention you set? You bow again when you stand up. How do you feel and what do you understand or appreciate that you may have missed before?
Thank you for your attention.