Fallen Tree

We are visiting my parents in La Paz, Mexico.

The last time we were here, I experimented with something simple — listening. I placed my hands on a palm tree in the back yard and tried to feel its energy. I felt something, though I couldn’t explain what it was. Without thinking, I turned to my mom and said, “This tree is really thirsty and needs water.”

I don’t know why I said that. I just remember feeling it.

When we returned this week, my parents showed us the damage from a fallen tree. It was that same palm tree. It had completely fallen over.

Maybe I really did feel something ten months ago.

Since then, I’ve tried to feel the trees again, but nothing comes. And that feels like an important lesson in itself. In Kung Fu, we train sensitivity, but we also train patience. When we try too hard to feel, we block ourselves. True listening happens when we stop reaching and simply are.

I’ll keep practicing — not searching, just listening.

Excited to see where this goes.