I did tai chi yesterday in a small cramped hotel room. Due to shenanigans and mild uproar on the last night of the field trip (by definition, isn’t that when shenanigans occur?), I slept in later than usual, and then I didn’t get to write about the work. Nothing much to say about day 52, really. It was a day.
But coming home…
That’s a different story. There’s always a qualitative difference between doing the work somewhere else, and doing the forms in my own house, particularly after a few days away. It’s never like this at home. I get all buzzed and energized, and at some level if feels like the house recognizes me. It’s glad to have me home, almost as glad as I am to be in this space, doing this work.
