The rain was relentless, cascading from the sky in thick sheets. It pounded against the land, leaving puddles on the ground. Trails became small, muddy rivers that flowed down the hillside. While trees and plants enjoyed their shower, animals sought shelter from the stormy weather. Everyone in the Gasa village remained inside as the summer monsoon continued its assault.
In the candle-lit lodge room, Carrie peered at a blank diary page. Jago received two journals from the same tourist during their last hot springs trip. The downpour pounded the roof with a thousand drums.
Sighing, she lifted her pen and wrote her recent entry.
Dear God:
It is now day ten since I embarked on this journey with Jago and Pemba. I will not lie, Lord: the initial days were a whirlwind of torment, a fierce battle with my limitations and fears.
Whenever I complained or became frustrated, they corrected me. Pemba hits my head. It’s not painful, but it’s enough to teach me. Jago only needed one disapproving stare. Even now, everything appears blurred.
Pemba’s language training was tedious. Jago was not kidding when he said learning Nepali was difficult.
Carrie recalled a sunny day when she struggled to repeat Pemba’s words. Although patient, Pemba grew frustrated, so Jago offered to assist. He worked with Carrie to dissect the phrases and reassemble them.
I’m doing well, but I still have a lot to accomplish. It was also the same when Jago taught me martial arts. We once stood near a tall tree, and he showed me how to punch.
When he hit the trunk, bark flew. I stepped back, expecting the tree to fall, but it didn’t.
It seemed easy until I tried it.
***
Carrie faced the tree Jago used to show a basic punch. The monk remained on the sidelines, observing. After taking a stance, she delivered a decent strike, but nothing happened.
Jago crossed his arms. “Try again, but harder, and don’t hold back. Also, don’t forget your breathing.”
Carrie adjusted her posture. She took a deep breath as her muscles relaxed. Once again, she struck the tree. The results remained the same with an added effect. Carrie screamed as she pulled her hand away. A burning sensation flared around her red knuckles.
“Are you alright?” Jago asked.
“No.” Carrie shook her hand to relieve the pain, but it worsened from that action. “You make it so easy.”
“Nothing is easy. Martial arts is a journey of self-discovery and growth that leads to a higher level of physical and mental well-being. While living at the Tiger Shrine, I practiced my punches and strikes on a boulder in the courtyard.
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