While driving around town on errands with my mom today, we were stopped at a stoplight. “Andy,” my mother said (she’s the only person in the world who calls me Andy; she’s got the right; don’t get any ideas), “look over there. Tai chi.”
And sure enough, there was a guy doing tai chi. In the time we were stopped at the stoplight, he did maybe two moves. No rush, no hurry, no fuss. Two minutes of taking his time getting every part of the movement right —not just arm, but arm: shoulder, upper arm, elbow, lower arm, wrist, palm, pinky, ring finger, middle finger, forefinger, index, thumb. Extraordinary. Beautiful.
I have a lot of work ahead of me.