One walks. One follows footsteps of other walkers. One envisions the millions of footprints over the centuries past, that have been pressed upon the soil of China.
No matter where one goes, wandering, chasing, skimming the soil and surfaces of our earth, one will notice a connectivity with the terrain at times.
Yet in venues, new or ancient, there are subtle 'pulls' or repulsion that exert their forces upon our own feet.
With a consciousness, one feels unity and connectedness with some arenas of landscape and the opposite.
In China, as I moved my own being over the convulsions and slopes and steps, I found a invisible force drawing, from me, energy. The outflow brushed my awareness with a stroke overt enough to take from my stored chamber of 'chi'.
The outflow, though vital in a dialogue in the process of living, carved a gaping incision into my being. I experienced outflow and knew the loss.
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