Good luck? Superstition? Wisdom? I picked up an instruction that I never question yet follow year to year When pachyderms emerge from storage take watch upon the wall I orient their gaze toward the rising sun There is a wisdom within us that is more powerful than our despair. There is a movement toward health that our intellect can merely glimpse, once in a while. It is the same impulse that causes plants to face the sun, animals to take care of their young, people who say, “I never sweat,” to try a hot yoga class.
Gail, is the practice specific to pachyderms? Is the number of them important?