I did tai chi out in the yard this morning. The ground was cold still, from the freezing weather at night earlier this week; and the grass was wet from last night’s rain. My feet haven’t warmed up yet. They’re still chilly from the experience.
But a day outside, doing tai chi, is infinitely better than doing it inside, no matter how spacious the room nor how soft the floor. Tears of delight form on my face at the awareness which comes to me, that I am a part of all that is around me. The wind on my skin, the flood of sunlight on my face, the chirping of birds coming to my ears, the scent of smoke from someone’s wood-burning chimney… it’s a holy moment, and there’s nothing that can replace it — or so it feels.
The last few days, I’ve had energy imbalance issues, where I…
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