Namaste General
I was dreaming last night, like I always do, and this one just stuck with me...
I was standing in a field of long ankle-length green grass wearing 4 wheeled roller skates, with about 4 or 5 guys, who were also wearing skates. We were just standing around, not saying anything, so I started to skate around the little circle we were standing in.
At first it was pretty hard skating in the grass, but it started to get easier and easier. The guys got tired of watching me skate, so they started to follow me in my little circle. The circle expanded until we could get some get runs on the sides, about 1/2 the size of a rink, and the guys started to get competitive and passing eachother and me. I picked up on their competitiveness a little and light heartedly raced a couple of them, and started to skate faster and faster and faster, until the world seemed like it was just a blur.
My mild competition phased out into Zen Skating, I started to feel my heart pump, my breath rise and fall in my chest with smooth, deep and steady inhales and exhales, the sweat that was rising on my brow was gliding down the sides of my face and falling off into the wind behind me. I lost track of how the little competition was going, and noticed that the guys were falling out one by one, watching me as I sped around the circle.
I started to get bored with the circle, and wanted to see where else my wheels could take me. I was in love with the motion and movement of my body. I was enthralled by my pumping blood and hard working lungs. I felt beautifully Active, and I didn't want to stop.
I looked up from circle in the field to see where I was while I went around and around. Next to the field on one side was a jogging track, with its red pavement and bright white lines. On another side of the field was a tennis court, where a group of people were sitting on the ground on Yoga mats behind the chain-link fence, doing Yoga without anyone leading. Another side was more grass filled field, as far as the eye could see, with a small one lane road winding away from me over hills and around curves, leading to forever.
As I turned a corner and was facing the running track, I broke from the small circle and started skating towards its beautiful red lanes, no longer needing to be watched by the guys who were tired from the competition; no longer needing the competition. I was ready to skate for myself now, and I wanted to try the surface of the track for a while.
When I realized that when I tired from the track, I would then be going onto the road and skating into my future, I noticed the hospital-style sign placed in the center of the track, and read it as I went around and around in impossibly fast circles.
The sign read:
Namaste General
and Namaste it is.

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