Today I was able to manage some high kicks. I’m limbering up. Tai chi is not inherently a form with lots of high kicks. There are relatively few kicks of any kind, high or low, in any part of the form. Most of them are used as feints or distractions. Then the hands or body do the real work.
Even though they’re not the center of attention, though, all of the leg lifts and movement of legs off the ground are far easier. As a big guy, I’m reluctant to unground myself. One of my few moments of genuine panic was hanging in a climbing harness in Wyoming, about forty feet off the ground in the wilderness. It affects how I dance, how I move, and how I walk and run, so to lift one foot off the ground and do something weird and potentially unbalancing with it is always moderately challenging.
Or rather, it used to be. I find I can do it much more effectively and with less panic than I used to, and I can now find a number of ways to correct the wobble that may result. I stiff haven’t got up the courage to try rope climbing again, but it’s on my list of challenges to try again some day.
The fiftieth anniversary of Martin Luther King’s “I have a dream” speech passed this weekend’s commemoration, and this week’s actual day-of notice, and at school we made some discussion of it part of our curriculum at school. In the American Episcopal Church, King’s April 4 assassination is listed in the calendar of saints, and his Martyrdom has always struck me as rank villainy; I for one am glad to be able to call upon a different Saint Martin than the one from Tours, and here’s a sonnet prayer I wrote for him a while ago. It’s my hope and prayer that those who struck him down have found him far more powerful in death than in life. Inominandum has a good piece of reflection about it from the other day, which due to school responsibilities at the start of the year I have only just read — a useful reminder, too.