You know the statues... they are iron and steel... hard... yang.. strong... ungiving.
I met a man tonight who turns them into expressions of the wind playing.
By hand.
With a hammer.
A grandmaster smith.
His works... You've seen them without realizing it.
A kite.
A tree.
Flowing
Wind at play.
Yin. Giving. Soft. made from yang's hard labor in a yang material.
Beautiful.
Spoke to this man about martial arts and chi arts...
Asked a favor.
Put my shoulder in someone's hands, and guided them with voice to unhook something i could not reach on my own.
One more down.
How many more? I shudder to know.
I hope only one.
...
I hoped only one more ten locks ago.
BUT
It was ment to be, as this man had been a protector of doctors his whole life. Trained in dark arts of defense in order to protect those who heal.
He said his path was such he wanted to be a healer.
I told him he had just healed me of a 6 year wound.
Warrior Protector?
No longer.
Warrior Healer?
No... it goes deeper.
The universe lead me to a place where I could gift him that.
I am thankful to the dao.
I am thankful to the de.
Thinking back on the look on his face when I told him he already was a healer... and his lifes path had just arrived... I am unashamed to admit I shead tears.
I gave a gift, but received a far greater gift.
One step closer to healed.
One more Healing Protector in the world.
