After a year and a day, it was to be expected. Right? There’s some variations in practice that I’ll go into on another morning, perhaps, but here begins another round.
Today there was an effort to focus on breath work: letting air flow easily into and out of the body. At the start, a rhythm of breath was chosen that was maintained for the first half of the form. Then it stopped. As if there hadn’t been a particular breathing pattern at all. It’s as though the body said, “I’m oxygen-rich now. I’m full. May I be excused?” It’s not that breathing stopped, just that the pattern couldn’t be maintained. And on the first spin-then-kick, there was a wobble, and then my foot put itself down on the floor firmly, and that stopped the wobbling.