Welcome to the Commian podcast. This is Jeff Krasno. How many of you may receive my weekly

Sunday commusing article, where I address a breadth of issues from the spiritual to the socio-political.

And on occasion, I will also record an audio version of these articles and release it

here as a bonus episode. Well, today's musing explores one of my lifelong passions, tennis.

Now, you may or may not share an enthusiasm for hitting fuzzy yellow balls, but hopefully

you have a passion, an activity

in which you immerse yourself, fine flow, and time melts away. You become as writing or as

painting. The following episode explores this phenomenon. Now, if you like what we do at Commune, please

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doctors, and authors across nutrition,

yoga, mindfulness, regenerative agriculture, and more. Without further delay, here's today's

episode titled, Tennis Anyone?

Thank you. I did everything right.

I was patient and constructed the point meticulously. I kept the ball deep with heavy top spin and cross court, patiently

waiting for the moment to pounce. Finally, court, an absurd name for a tennis player, hit me a short ball.

It came in low to my backhand. I like it there, and I sprang into attack mode. I hit my signature shot, a beautifully carved inside

out slice that landed in the far corner and swerved off the court with sidespin. But court is a

bloody jackrabbit. A dozen years, my junior, 125 pounds wet, and retrieves everything.

He's there in plenty of time and whips a redirected backhand down the line for a winner.

Dejected, I look up at the sky towards some imaginary tennis god in a golden fleece, feel

a jumpsuit, and ponder the injustice of it all. And then it's back to

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