I’m running out of titles. There wasn’t anything special about this morning’s practice. There weren’t any great insights. Most of the time there aren’t, these days. There wasn’t a significant problem on any of the forms, and no muscle gave out or was really hurting during the form. Nothing to get riled up about. No wrong footed movements or challenges. It wasn’t perfect. But hey,when you’re in a daily practice mode, it doesn’t have to be. Tomorrow can be better than today. Or maybe it will be worse, but three days from now will be awesome.
And I guess that’s the point. The point is that there isn’t a particular point, and there won’t be, every day. There’s the awesome feeling of completion, of knowing that the work is accomplished, that you did the practice, that you’re making progress.
Maybe all of that is illusion. What is true is that you’re moving, you’re challenging your body in a variety of ways, and you’re challenging your mind in a variety of ways. For me, at this point, there’s this sense of an approaching end, a conclusion to the labors, a growing anticipa…
But I’m not there yet. And it’s impolite to rush. I wonder if there will ever be a point when I just think of tai chi as something I do, where it doesn’t carry this heavy weight of responsibility and intentionality, that it does right now. Frankly, folks, I don’t know. I’m not sure if I want it to be that way, or if I prefer this current mindset of having to make sure it happens every day.