This one comes the closest to the one I remember on our farm in Sand Hollow, near Caldwell, Idaho, where my Dad built our house when I was five years old.
Okay Okay! humans have had this figured out for millennials. But I’ve always been in a hurry. Maybe because my earliest memories are of looking at the hole and being afraid I might fall in and it smelled so bad.
This morning I got in my exercise on the rebounder and the rowing machine. Then, I thought about how my older daughter, the media and the universe has been encouraging me to establish a “meditation ritual.”
It occurs to me that my Japanese forefathers in Japan even got squatting exercise at the same time.
So what should I do next?
As I heard in an interview on Book TV yesterday, “I write because I have questions??”