In Japan, I'm learning to bike in the cold, and in the rain, and with a cello on my back. I'm learning that sometimes the grocery store doesn't have broccoli, and sometimes I can't explain myself to the people who come to my door wanting to sell me things. I'm learning that there are hours of life that are full without being busy: that being engages time, just as doing does. I'm learning that no matter where I am, life continues without me somewhere else. Thousands of miles away, or next door.
It is a practice in flexibility. It is a practice in letting go and holding on. It is a practice in patience. There is distance and time in this world. How to cover it, how to spend it? What is there to learn while I'm here?