The size and shape of our exteriors doesn't matter as much as we think. Six foot three, four foot ten. Our internal eternal self is of the same stuff as the next guy gal baby grandpa Canadian Nigerian Tibetan dancer logger number cruncher.

We get so distracted by the shell, we lose touch with our strength, our peace, our healing fire.

To shed the distractions and find the energy within is not very easy, not very hard. Running around with a stick happens to help me in that regard.