Taiji Day 162: Nothing Special

It’s hard to explain to someone who doesn’t have any sort of daily practice, how tedious it can be sometimes.  I mean, today is not a particularly unusual day.  Yesterday night, I went out with some friends to a large field up in the hill country, to watch the Perseid meteor shower.  Apparently they peaked on Saturday night (when we had clouds and occasional thunderstorms), and so we only saw a few, maybe a dozen between the six of us.  My friends, perhaps, were a little disappointed.  Me, I saw the constellations of Cygnus and Lyra, Casseopeia and Hercules, and Corona Borealis.  As our eyes adjusted to the dimness, the Milky Way became apparent; it was so dark around us that distinct ribbons of stars inside that galactic edge became visible, and even bright stars like Vega shifted into the background.

At one point, E was standing in such a way that he was ‘crowned’ by the Corona Borealis, which was pretty cool.  He said it was the second time he’d been crowned this year.  Although I didn’t say it at the time, I was mindful that Hercules was just above his head, just beyond the Corona… Hercules the Summer King, who gives way to Orion in the due course of time.  This too shall pass.

This rather special moment was on my mind this morning as I got up, and did tai chi in the living room.  Being in the living room, doing tai chi, pretty much guarantees that the air conditioner will come on.  Doing tai chi at all, pretty much guarantees that I will need to visit the bathroom afterwards (all that twisting and turning around the middle tends to bring on the poop in a hurry — one of the generally positive but difficult-to-discuss side effects of a good daily practice).  It also wakes me up enough that it’s difficult to go back to bed — a thing that my lady sometimes has a hard time accepting.  And yet I am ready to begin my day and be about my labors, whatever those labors are.

Five Golden Coins, Eight Pieces of Silk, the Form. Day in and day out. It’s getting to the point where it’s nothing special, nothing particularly out of the ordinary.  And yet, there’s something extraordinary going on all the time.  We go outside to see the meteor shower, and are disappointed to see only a dozen or so… and yet the marvels of creation are circling around us, the owls are hooting, and coyote howls to the dark of the moon.

Time to get to work.

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