‘The Water Calligraphy’ - 18th August 2020

This is a story from when I was around three years olds or even younger, before entering a kindergarten.

I am playing in a sandbox at the park near my house, holding a plastic scoop with my hand tightly. I was showing my back to my grandmother who was so into having a chat with neighbors. I crouched, digging a hole, with my back turned to my grandmother, who was sitting on a bench right next to the sandbox.

Water is already available in the bucket so that you can dig the earth deep and fill it later. Though I was so hooked by this act of digging, my ears might have been toward my grandmother, sort of sensing her move and the way she is navigating her stories to others, even showing my back to her. Meanwhile, my grandmother seemed so absorbed with her own storytelling that she was not aware of my whereabouts.

When I was little, my house was close to my grandmother’s house, about 3 minutes across the park. I remember that my grandmother had a little general store on the first floor of her house and I often went to get ice cream. She knew lots of people from the neighborhood because of her having this little shop, I guess. 

Water is already available as if I was downloading something, something was flowing in front.

What do I catch in there?

Since more I am into the regular daily meditation, somehow my random memories started to float in my mind, especially in the early mornings soon after I wake up, or in the process of waking up.

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‘Flowing in front’ - 18th August 2020