Maybe we were inspired by the French Open. Maybe we wanted to be the first ones to leave the house. Maybe we just needed to do something at 6:30AM. Regardless, in the early morning we went to the Sawadee and checked out 3 tennis rackets and 3 tennis balls and marched off towards the tennis courts. Not much else we could do. I made some muesli for breakfast, but Ezra was more into his breakfast of white rice and ketchup. I believe all of Ezra’s top ten foods include ketchup – including #3 on the list – tomatoes dipped in ketchup. We played a little ketchup and we played a little golf. Ezra was not as into collecting beetles this morning, or maybe the word was out in the beetle community about the 4-year-old boy snatching beetles at the tennis courts. A question – 4-year-old boy actions – nature or nurture? As we were leaving the townhouse in the early morning, Ezra discovered a slow moving snail on our front porch. “Look a snail!” Ezra is usually very good with snails, but for whatever reason – Idontknowescargo – Ezra squished the snail out of existence. Viena and I were beyond ourselves at his act. What a karmic way to start your morning! Moments later, not 20 meters from the porch, Ezra tripped on his flip-flops going down a concrete hill and rolled awkwardly onto his face, hands, and knees hard. He could have been hurt bad and that would have changed our entire day, but he survived with a few scratches and a few tears. I was not videotaping, but if I was, you would have seen a small snail reach out and grab Ezra’s flip-flop as he was bounding down the hill and sent Ezra flying. Snails are slow, but snail karma works fast. Who knows where 4-year-old boys learn the things they do? We walked through the village and took a small loop in the direction of Buddha’s footprints and up the red hill, past the pack of wild dogs, through the banana tree forest, and into the safe haven of the yoga sala. The view from the yoga sala is very nice and while Ezra and Viena played with balloons and imagination, I did some yoga. That’s right.
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