I first joined the organization when I was 26 years old, 34 years ago.
I remember enjoying the playfulness of learning the movements and a similar atmosphere during sessions. I had an eagerness to learn and to exchange with the group. I was often at my location practising with those that were there.
I remember two physical issues from that period of my life.
I’m not entirely sure when looking down at the pavement stopped but I haven’t done it for years. I’m sure that this change occurred gradually due to my practice and involvement in the FLK.
As to the hole in the solar plexus, my old friend is still there :-) but it has mostly filled out now. This change was slow, tugging at my insides over the years. Regular practice during the pandemic further helped to open the solar plexus region and open up the chest.
There were several profound moments during my stay in Toronto when following Master Moy in his daily activities. I kind of went along for the ride not really knowing fully what I was experiencing. However, those memories are still very much alive in my mind today. I have only given them anecdotal consideration until now.
I am grateful for the encouragement to "chew" on these memories. I realize that they are a bit like an anchor for lifelong change and how to understand that change. The reflection on where I started from, what it was like, what I was like, helps me understand the change that occurred and continues to occur within me. But more importantly, it gives me a sense of firmness or depth to the learning. I feel like I’m growing small roots in my feet. And these tentacles strengthen me in all levels of my practice.