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The Big Island Part 2.3

Confusing wrap-up (Originally Part 8)

Somewhere along the past few months my memories of days have gotten a bit confused. I have some simple notes, but they don't really add up enough for me, so I've kinda been winging when events happen. To start at a time that makes sense, I'll start at our last Saturday night with the Hare Krisnas. Joe and I came a bit late (still sorting out our differences... let me count the ways) but we caught part of the singing at the end and of course we cough the Newman O's (I love those things. Paul Newman's organic form of Oreo's that actually taste as good, if not better. Yeah, if you like Oreo's, and have extra cash for organics, you have to try them) and the fresh milk cha. The little girl kept giving me extra cookies b/c 1.) I think she knew I would be more excited than some of the adults and 2.) I think kids can sometimes sense when you could use a cookie. After chanting Joe and I said goodbye to some of the people who wouldn't be coming to Sunday temple (so we wouldn't be seeing them again), washed out the huge tea containers, and then headed out down the street. Neither of us wanted to go home just yet. We wanted something to do, something fun to move us out of the rut we were in. The quarreling had ended when Joe surprisingly agreed to come with me to the Saturday gathering even though he told me he wasn't earlier. Okay, was all I could think. Okay... he does want to be around me, even if its doing something he's kinda sick of doing. I was more into the singing and the playing of random percussion instruments than he was, and I was sad that I only had two days left to do it. He was sad for me, a feeling I don't know if I would have if our roles were reversed. Maybe for Kung Fu. If I was sick of going to classes in China and he wanted me to come with, and he only had two days left... even if I was upset with him, maybe I would go. I hope I would go. I want to be the kind of person who would go. Thats a start I guess... but aren't I a little old to still be growing up? Isn't it about time I became a big girl rather than looking to the one day that I might be?

Anyways, we smelled brownies. Looking into this nice, neat shop with a long shinny oak bar, with shinny oak stools, and a shinny oak floor, we decided that the place looked nice and smelled delicious. It was called The Kava Bar, and we had no idea what Kava was, but we knew they had brownies. "Have a seat," the guy from the Herbie movie told us (the original one, not Linsey Lohan... and probably wasn't really him, I bet he is a lot older now). The girl next to me handed me a biology book. "Here, all you ever wanted to know about Kava." Everything sounded great, nice bartender who seems to be the owner, nice girl sipping something out of a coconut shell, and "Did we smell brownies?" He laughed and said that he was just making a fresh batch, and would we like one when their done. Yeah, we wanted one. As I read about the Kava root the owner told us that if we haven't had Kava before, to know that you don't drink it for the taste. He said that royal families of the South Pacific used to drink it like we drink alcohol, and commoners drank it in sacred ceremonies. The drink is made by pounding the root and mixing it with water to produce a brownish, bitter brew, yet its a soothing drink. It has proven medicinal effects, its an anti-depressant, calms nerves, eases stress and anxiety and naturally combats fatigue. On top of all that it keeps the mind alert as the body relaxes. He said that after one cup you don't notice anything. 2 cups, and people start to smile a bit more. Then after 3 cups there usually isn't a person in the room that hasn't started talking with everyone else as if they were old friends. He told us all this while poring us 2 free coconut shells. Drinking it reminded me of dirt mixed with winter fresh gum in cool water. The girl next to me looked at my face for a reaction. I actually kinda liked it. Don't get me wrong, it tasted awful, and I told them as much, but I liked how it was uniquely different from anything I've ever tasted, and it was good for me to boot. I'm picky when it comes to what kind of animal I eat, but when it comes to veggies, I haven't met one I wouldn't try. After our first cups he topped us off again (which I couldn't believe b/c the stuff was kinda expensive). I checked my purse to make sure that we had enough money... just enough for 2 more rounds and a brownie. We started with the brownie. But before we could eat it he had to show us how they were special Hawaiian Kava brownies. "You see how the brownies all come to a point a little in the center, and the the raspberry 'erupts' out of the middle?" They were volcano brownies. I couldn't wait.

Amazing, simply amazing. The best brownie I've had I think pretty much ever (sorry anyone who has ever made me a brownie). There was no Kava taste at all (hence why they were good) and they were still all moist and gooey from coming out of the oven. But the top had a nice thin layer of toasted chocolate that drooled with organic raspberry sauce that you could still see little spheres of berries and seeds. Then we found the minor inlay of cheese cake, and when we asked the owner what it symbolized, he said deliciousness (or something like that). We bought a pint of Kava, he was unfortunately our of the one made from coconut which he said was less bitter, so we got the one mixed with milk. And I wouldn't let Joe finish the brownie until we drank our pint so we could end on a good taste. A guy pulled up in the seat next to Joe and ordered a whole quart, and as instructed (or as nature would proceed, but I think the owner influenced us a little), we started chatting it up with the new guy. The girl on my right was a nurse who had an early shift, so she had to leave almost when we came, but she seemed nice enough. She did however threaten the owner that she would be brining her friend here later in the week so he could mellow her out. She told him that she was extremely high strung and eccentric. He made her promise that she wasn't too crazy before she left though, I guess he gets a lot of crazies in his place. He told us after she left that he thinks that one of the cross walk buttons in Hilo does work, but just not the way we think. He said that even though we know that none of them make the lights change, that there is one that can make people crazy. Now it was Saturday night, and there was Joe, myself, the new guy, and 2 other guys who were to the right of the nurse. The place was dead. But se said that every Thursday night, someone goes out and pushes that crosswalk button over and over agin. Like that person who walks up to a crowd of people at the crosswalk, but pushes the button anyways thinking that everyone else just didn't push it right before they got there. And then everyone goes crazy. He only had to call the cops once though, and it had to be on Forest Gump of all people! And all he wanted to do was sit there a bit longer, pay his 20 cents for the $5 drink, and wait for Jenny!

The new guy talked to me a lot about Japan. I guess he had been there a lot, and his daughter was actually a pretty big singer over there (but I can't remember her name). But he told us that one day he was teaching english and he saw a little girl with a notebook that had a picture of he daughter on it. "Kanojo suki desu ka" "Do you like her?" he said both to the little girl so she could understand him, and answer his question. "Hi! Yes! Yes!" she was very excited about how she is her favorite singer. Really cool guy, and he gave me a lot of tips on places to go and a website, Dave's English Cafe: www.eslcafe.com, where I could post my resume for a job. Then he also shared he quart of Kava with us. We started telling him our story, and that of course that led to the "incident" as I'll will now call it. The Kava Bar owner said that once he found some rummaged through backpacks in the parking lot behind his store that he turned into the police. So he said that if someone finds our stuff, they will probably know why its just laying around and we might get lucky if the cops figure out that its our stuff and not just some random unclaimed stuff. When we told him our backpack was lavender he gave us a smile and said that they wouldn't be able to botch connecting us to an item like that. Then he gave us a wrapped up Kava brownie for the road... and our Karma. Then he said that he hoped that one jerk didn't ruin our sense of a good Hawaiian Aloha, and I'm finding that maybe it kinda did, and it also kinda didn't. We have seen more Aloha since the "incident" than we did before it, so maybe it has both crushed and reinvigorated our sense of the word. But like they say in that one movie with Sandra Bullock, it was time to say our own Aloha and head back home.

The next morning (after another batch of secret pancakes) we went to the Soto Zen temple for mass. We sang a couple of songs that kinda sucked (they were in Japanese, but the melody was one of those sad march like hems from Christianity). Then we got to the good stuff with the drum beating and the long drawn out single and occasional double syllable mantras (I find those fun to sing). In the middle the abbot gave a short speech about what it means to be a Buddhist (he said for the benefit of the small children attending, but I think he may have also meant us... either that or he was directly referring to us... which would kinda suck). Then one more song, and the mass was over. It took all of maybe 15 minutes, and wasn't very different from a Christian mass (except for the time length). I was very let down by this, and so we hung around thinking that maybe something else was going to happen. But then we were told that the next section of the day was for people being brought into the church and taking on their Buddhist name.

That night was our second (and last) temple meeting. This time we didn't have an actual lecture, but more of a free pass around the mike time to talk about their Gurudev. When Stephanie got the mike she talked about him in a way that made me sad to never have met the man. She said that she met him while she was still a devout Christian, and he wasn't like everyone else who would judge her and try and correct her misguided judgment on deities. But that wasn't the only thing that attracted her to him. She said that it doesn't matter what religion you choose or if you even belong to an organize religion, that some people you could just see are people of God. That they had been touched in someway that defined them as being specially spiritual. So even though she was a devout Christian, she understood after meeting him that she wanted to learn from him. Not learn in the sense of teaching her the Vedas like someone gets taught the Bible in Sunday school, but to have him as a true Guru. Someone to lead her down the path to spirituality. She never thought she needed someone to do that, and that the only way to spirituality was within yourself, but meeting him she realized that there are some people in this world gifted with the ability to help you along your path. Just like Joe is gifted at martial arts, or Jenna is gifted at art, or Laura is gifted at everything she does (she just has to remember that she needs to do in order to be gifted sometimes). So she asked him right then to be her Guru and to give her a blessing; and without even having to tell him that she didn't want to receive a new name because her name means a lot to her, he knew, and he gave her a blessing and a mantra (everyone gets their own mantra to pray on their beads like a Christian says the Hail Marry and the Our Father on a Rosary). She said that he gave her the Hare Krisna mantra (most mantras don't repeat Hare Krisna, and are much longer and complicated), and he said she only had to say it on 4 beads a day (he also knew the extent to keep her meditating and connected to this faith without pushing her too far and having her let go of it). And she said that ever since then (years ago I believe) she hasn't missed a day. That night after dinner I spent an hour playing with a 3 year old, the only boy of the group, who got left out by the other girls who wanted to play dress up and wouldn't let him participate. I we played animal puzzles, and then we read Pinocchio and The Gingerbread Man (does anyone else remember that the Gingerbread Man dies in the end? Yeah, I was really building the kid up with questions like, "Should he get on the foxes tai?" and then leading him with the right head shake "No, your right! Lets see what happens!" then being really surpassed when I had to tell the kid that the Gingerbread Man fucked up big time, and the little old woman had better bake some more cookies!). At the end of the night he said "Goodbye Aunt Rain!" (I guess all friends of Hare Krisna kids are called Aunt something) and he was going to watch some of our Kung Fu videos on the travel blog b/c he loves watching martial arts (I thought he was at least 5, he was really very tall and mature for his age, and he had short hair except for a little braided ponytail on top of his head like a little Jedi).

On Monday Joe and I left early in the morning to get to the SSN office before the lines started because we were going to the free Hilo zoo that had a white tiger named NamasDe! After getting his SSN card all set up to be mailed to either his mom or mine, I can't remember... we should look into which one of them has it... or if they have it... anyways after we got that all sorted out for the time being we were pretty excited to find a place that actually accepted American Express! So we got a small Blizzard ice cream from the food court Dairy Queen, and her credit card machine was down, so we ended up paying cash. Oh well though, at least we were getting in the zoo for free! The only problem with that was that it was a very hot day, and the bus doesn't have a stop anywhere near the zoo. Technically it would be just as far of a walk to start from the mall, but the lady at the bus terminal said we should take the 20 min. bus ride to the next stop and get off there because then at least the walk would be down hill. On the bus we asked the driver if he went past the zoo, and he told us that he did, in a manor of speaking. That meant that he drove up the main road that the zoo's side street was off of. So as we drove past the street sign with the Hawaiian prince pointing with his big pinkish orange cape towards the zoo, the bus driver said "Theres the zoo!" I stood up and asked him if there was anyway he could pull over, and he just looked at me like "Who the hell are you?" But he didn't say that. I sat back down only to discover that at the next street he pulled over onto a small shoulder of the road that just appeared, and quickly disappeared after the street. "Whooooo, its somebody's lucky day!" one woman said. Another grabbed my arm and whispered that he just doesn't do that for anyone, and I should make sure to say thank you. I did. But we still had a 10 min. walk from the CORRECTIONAL FACILITY! Sure, they could make a street shoulder for the correctional facility, but not the zoo. (And they wonder why tourism is down.) Then after we made it to the zoo's side street, we had another 35 min. walk to the zoo. So by the time we finally made it to the zoo, Joe's feet needed a rest, and I needed to re-sunblock.

We did what people usually do at the zoo, look at animals, make the occasional animal noise to see if we could trick them into talking with us, or just moving, whichever we could get. The zoo was really nice for a free one, nothing like the Rowel free zoo. This one actually reminded me of a smaller version of the Cleveland Zoo. They had huge areas for their animals all decked out with plants and hills and trees so they thought they were in their own section of the jungle. The monkeys had a huge dome jungle gym that they played frantically on using their tails as an unnecessary 3rd arm, but necessary when you took into account all of the impossible acrobatics they were doing just to cross the jungle gym. Then we came to the huge pen with NamasDe. He was just sleeping under a cluster of bamboo trees way down in the valley of his pen. He woke up just as we were about to move on, looked at us, and then started to climb up the hill to the section of his pen that was fenced in because he was level with the people's viewing railing. Joe and I walked over to the fenced in area and NamasDe came right up to us and starred with its strange eyes. He had ovular yellow orange slits like a cat, but its circular white corneas only existed on the front of the eyes, and the rest of the sphere was a pinkish red. They were the strangest and coolest eyes I had ever seen. Then he went back down into the area that was fence free in the valley. Joe kept trying to get him to play with the 3 light posts they had set up with huge balls on strings by doing white tiger style kung fu, but NamasDe wasn't in the mood. Eventually we moved on because we wanted to hit up the rest of the park before they fed him at 3:15. Then at 3:15 we came back and they let us into a building that reminded me of prison cells. We were behind a cage that separated us from the walkway the feeders used, and then on the other side of the walkway were the cells that they opened after they dropped in 3 whole (skinned) chickens. NamasDe came right up to the cell bars and chomped each one down, eating it bone and all. We asked the feeder why NamasDe didn't go after any of the alive chickens that had found their way into its pen, and the feeder said it was because they keep their animals so well fed that they don't feel like hunting... well, except for the one day NamasDe ate a peacock that flew into his pen. But that was it.

Once the feeding was over the zoo was closing, so Joe and I ran out to the parking lot and searched for people our age to ask for a ride. Joe had discovered that it is always best to ask people for a ride because its harder to tell someone that you won't help them than it is to just keep driving and pretend like you didn't see their thumbs in the air. He was right. I ran up to a girl we had seen several times at different cages and asked her if she was heading left onto the main road. She said that they were, but we would have to ask her friend who was still in the zoo since it was his car. He said he could take us if we didn't mind lap sitting, so Joe hopped in the front and I got on his lap. It was only a 10 min. drive, and the time passed really fast as we told stories about our travels. I kept trying to ask them questions, but they were only on a one week vacation, and didn't find it very interesting to talk about. They were more curious about us, and I was happy to oblige.

When we made it to the shopping mall Joe and I picked up some Chinese food (and yes, while they do have food like this in China, it is vary rare to find... except for the noodles, those are everywhere). Then we went to Boarders and spent several hours there reading and relaxing. I picked up the next 2 volumes in the Buffy the Vampire Slayer series (thank god this time volume 2 was unwrapped. At our last Boarders I had to skip to volume 3, and as if the series didn't already have me completely confused.) Joe read A Picture of Dorian Gray, a book he had recently become obsessed in finding. I'm still not entirely sure why (Sheryl, is this your doing?), and I'm not even sure what the book is about (cliff notes please). Joe tried explaining how amazing this one passage was to me a few hours into our evening, but I just didn't feel like I really understood what was going on.

Then we ran around the mall to the other side where the bus stop was to catch the 8:15pm bus... but the bus never came. We waited, and waited and waited. Some other people came to the stop around the same time, but they didn't seem to be too worried about the fact that the bus never showed. There was only one more bus that night at 9:45pm... and we waited for that bus to come... but that one never showed either. 10pm rolled around, and we all just waited there. What else could we do? If we were waiting for the bus we obviously had at least an hour walk to the next stop, so we all just sat there. Occasionally a car would come to pick someone up, but we all mostly just waited. "If all else fails," Joe started as I fidgeted with the bus map trying to find some sort of number to call, "we could always call Jean to come pick us up." I looked at him disapprovingly. Could we really call Jean at 10:30pm at night and have her drive maybe 40 min. out to come and get us? I didn't like the idea. I started thinking of ways to secure our stuff to our bodies so if we slept at the bus stop we wouldn't get robbed. There were about a dozen other people there with us. Would one of them get a ride, and let us come with them? Then after several potential busses passed the mall on the highway across the mall parking lot... the bus came. The bus driver said there was some sort of accident up the road so no traffic was moving. He was over 2 hours late, and that was the explanation. I felt bad to feel so put out by someone else's tragedy. I would have been okay if I knew the bus was going to be almost 3 hours late, but it was the not knowing that really stressed me out.

Getting home the door to the "basement" was locked, and we didn't have a key. We all had keys for our individual bedrooms, but to the main door only Stephanie had a key, so we only locked that door at night. So now we were locked out of the house too. I thought about sleeping on Jean's porch on the 2nd floor. But the basement didn't really have walls. Just a white fence with chicken wire over it to keep things out, but not the weather (we were in Hawaii). "Stephanie? Are you awake?" I called into the basement. I tried 4 or 5 times because Joe thought my voice wouldn't cause alarm, but if she heard a mans voice, not recognizing the muffled words, she may not come out of her room. Thankfully I saw her light turn on through the crack under her door, and then she came out. "What are you kids still doing out? I thought you were already asleep when I got home at 10." I told her that it was our plan, but then the bus didn't come for the longest time. She let us in and said that we were lucky because she only heard my voice because she muted a commercial break on her Dell while she was watching some TV. Otherwise her earphones would have completely blocked out my muffled whisper calls to her. I felt bad because tomorrow was our last day with them, and we were gone all day today, and then causing grief at night.

The next morning Joe got up bright and early with me to absorb the chi from the trees before the sunrise, and then we practiced the form Joe had been reteaching me... and we got into another fight. Fight fight fight, I'm so tired of it, and yet never seem to run out of energy to find offense in the little things. He corrected me for not turning my head to the left on one move, but really he just missed that I had done it, but that wasn't even the point! The point was that I don't like Kung Fu for the little things, I'm more of a big picture kind of a girl, and I don't like him always reminding me that he is my teacher... as if I could forget... and I hate myself for not being as good as him... and I hate remembering that I hate myself for it... and I hate hating him for trying to help... and I have so much hate inside of me I wonder where it comes from sometimes. Joe thinks it comes from my issues with my father. I only wish I could blame everything wrong with me on him... wouldn't that make life easier? Thanks dad for all the problems, and now that I know its your fault, I can feel better about myself and continue pushing all my hate towards you b/c you're not affected by that anyways since I haven't spoken to you in 3 years now (I think... I don't really remember anymore). But no, I don't do that. I direct my hate to the only person I can, and he doesn't deserve it. I'm sorry, and I would tell him that, but I think we may be beyond that these days... even though I think its all he wants to hear from me. I can't tell. Emotions cloud my judgment... and thats when I need the best judgment of all... those sensitive times.

We hold each other on the bridge we first came to the Hare Krisnas on and we see the sunrise. Below us we spot 2 very large sting rays swimming dangerously close to the fresh water part of the river, and I think of us. We could stay in the ocean where its save and homey. But we travel, and it causes stress, but its also exciting and uplifting and beautiful away from our home. In the fresh water there is a magnificent waterfall. And maybe that waterfall is just as pretty as whats in the ocean, but the point isn't to just find beauty, the point is to expand horizons. And we could do it alone, but we want to do it together... "because happiness is only real when shared." - Into the Wild.

That morning I went to the roof to help Joe finish the vines and to see the beautiful flowers he would bring down and put into water for me. And yes, I saw the beautiful flowering vines, and then I saw all the bees that make them possible, and I hurried back down the rickety ladder into the jungle attempting to engulf the house.


When I got downstairs Stephanie said she was heading out to 4-mile, so I hopped in the car with her. Getting into the water was even harder this time because there were 2 giant sea turtles swimming around the ladder into the water! We slowly got in, and they swarmed us, swimming around looking for us to feed them. "I don't have any food!" she told them, and then when they started swimming away (obviously understanding what she was telling them), one of them ever so slightly hit her with its flipper! I told her that she was now warned that next time she had better bring some grub for the sea turtles.

When we got home I was going to take a shower, but I decided to go ahead and washed all the mold off the kitchen walls and celling first. Jean said I didn't have to, and what I did in her bedroom was more than enough for a week and a half stay, but I did it because I felt that I could never repay them for the security and friendship and free dinners with live music and spirituality that they had given to me when I needed it most. Then that evening when Joe was taking down the ladder he put it though the window to Jean's prayer room. Luckily people in Hawaii don't believe in closing their windows, so it only ripped through her screen. Jean said that she thinks she had another screen we could put up in its place, so we would try and to that in the morning before our ride came. We packed that night because early tomorrow morning Trent from Couchsurfing was coming to pick us up. Joe had set up this Couchsurfing when we first arrived on the island. He tried to get one sooner, but nothing was available. So we needed to be ready tonight so we could put the screen in tomorrow and still be ready for Trent at 8am.

The next morning we ripped out the screen from the nails in the wooden frame that held the screen on (not the most convenient set up for screen replacement). Joe puled the old screen out while I went on the ladder on the outside and attempted to put the new screen on, and then tried to hammer the wooden frame back onto of the new screen. I was kinda struggling with making sure the nails went back int their original holes, so Joe came outside to finish the job so I could calm down and take a shower. Erin (Trent's wife) kept calling to tell us that he would be late, then later, then later again. She thought we would be upset by this, but we were really quite grateful. When Trent actually came I was just dressed from the shower and Joe had just put away the ladder (good timing). We said goodbye to Stephanie and Champak (Jean was already at work), and Stephanie gave me a 109 beed prayer necklace that she made herself out of beautiful cherry wooden beads. Then we were off in to our last leg of the Big Island journey. Our last 3 days before our plane takes off for Oahu on Saturday morning, January 23rd.

Posted by - Rain 18:03

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good entry. I have many comments. First off, wasn't it freakin hot on that tin roof? Second. You're never too old to stop growing up, because all growing up really is, is learning. The day you stop learning should be the day you die. I dont' consider myself an adult and probably never will. Third, I've read about kava. We will have to discuss further. Fourth, I'm not "gifted" at anything, I am mediocre at most things. Which I think is more useful anyway. Fifthly, The Picture of Dorian Gray is a great book and you guys should read the whole thing. 6, Vanessa, I think you're too hard on yourself when you speak of anger and hate. I'm also pretty damn spiteful sometimes, but you need to allow yourself that emotion or it'll just build and get worse. You speak of the balance of the bees and the flowers, yet don't allow these same elements within yourself. You're awesome to behold. 7> I'm insanely jealous of your sea turtle encounter. Sigh.

by laurr

what laura said (damn, she IS always right!) anyway, the portrait of dorian gray is the book where the guy never ages, kinda like johnny depp, :) but, he has a portrait of himself in his closet that is aging! That is so cool that she gave you the 109 bead prayer necklace, again, Eat Pray Love - that is how she organized her book, 109 stories just like the Hindu and Buddhist prayer beads called japa malas, this, according to my personal hero and great philosopher, Elizabeth Gilbert, is what the Christian rosary was fashioned after when Crusaders brought japa malas back with them. "The traditional japa mala is strung with 108 beads. Amid the more esoteric circles of Eastern philosophers, the number 108 is held to be most auspicious, a perfect three-digit multiple of three, its components adding up to nine, which is three threes. And three, of course, is the number representing supreme balance, as anyone who has ever studied either the Holy Trinity or a simple barstool can plainly see. ..In any case, every japa mala has a special extra bead - the 109th bead- which dangles outside that balanced circle of 108 like a pendant. I used to think the 109th bead was an emergency spare, like the extra button on a fancy sweater, or the youngest son in a royal family. But, apparently there is an even higher purposes. When your fingers reach this marker during prayer, you are meant to pause from your absorption in meditation and thank your teachers." Elizabeth Gilbert
p.s. don't be so hard on yourself, i still don't know what (or who) I want to be when I grow up - artist, writer, politician, traveller, astronaut, princess or maybe an astronaut princess - it is the JOURNEY, Vanessa, you of all people, our traveller, should know that; we are all always in a state of becoming,and we should be patient with ourselves, and treat ourselves with the respect that the universe wants us to treat it with. You are amazing and we love you!

by georgi r

This is so obvious, but I can't resist saying it: Joe needs to stop being your teacher. You need to go ahead and enjoy kung fu (or whatever you're doing now) with your own big-picture approach. Joe's growth can be in alternative ways of "teaching" like silence and letting someone be, to find her own way. Teaching by just being.

by Sheryl S

PS Next time Joe gets into teacherly mode, it may help you to have compassion for him if you remember that he is the son of two teachers. It's his genetic inheritance, but that isn't an excuse. I truly believe that he has wisdom to offer but not to you, not in that teacher role. Tell him his parents want to skype with him anytime he'd like to help them progress with their tai chi and other internal arts.

by Sheryl S

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