A Fed-Ex package arrived at my door this morning. The contents clanged about, the familiar sound of baoding balls ringing ying & yang against my chest as I signed the messenger's doo-dad thingy...but why was I receiving these balls and who had sent them?
Several days ago, I began rolling my phoenix & dragon painted baoding balls around my fingers for the first time in years, waking up with sore hands in the morning and not immediately understanding why. And for several days now, I have been wishing these baoding balls were unpainted. You see, the mere metal ones I call Chi balls, for if one's Chi is balanced, the balls will -with ease- stand one upon the other. Thumb and index finger will keep them in place, as long as one is not trying. If I force them together they will fall.
So I received some Chi balls today. They were from A man. I don't know how he found me but he did. And the attached letter made clear that he had in fact recognized himself...He is also looking for Chi, ying for yang so it would seem . How can I deny forgiveness to A man with balls of steel?