As longtime readers will have noticed, I’ve been away for several days. I go annually to a retreat in upstate New York, or perhaps more properly a festival. To say that it was challenging to do my tai chi daily is a bit of an understatement, and yet a welcome distraction. I love the chance to hang out and play with my tribe and my community, and do work together and help them do work together.
Every single day, I had to find a physical place to do the tai chi, and a convenient time. Once I was interrupted by a rain shower, and had to take cover to avoid soaking my clothes. It was hot and humid the whole time, and because I was up well into the early hours of the morning, doing it just after dawn was impractical — I was already up. Most of all, the complete lack of privacy was challenging; if I hadn’t just given in, and done tai chi in front of one or more people, I wouldn’t have done it at all.
I can’t speak to the quality of the work I did. I think the work was mostly in the nature of maintenance rather than innovative or creative effort. It’s hard to do quality work in an environment when so many pieces of the usual practice are different.
I did get to turn the yarn I bought from Deb Castellano into a poem there (it was also a scarf for the host of the poetry reading, so there’s that). The leftover black yarn that didn’t become stripes, became a bag for a mojo hand that will guard a friend’s merchant stall against shoplifting.
I’ve been asked in a comment to say more about moving from the fasciae, but I’m not really in the rut headspace to do so. It usually takes me a little while to recover fully from this event. Soon, when I’ve had a chance to integrate more of the body wisdom, and turn it into human language, I’ll do my best to explain.
In the meantime, I’m back.