I was able to do tai chi outside today, on the front lawn of an old farmhouse that’s been in the same family for five generations. The big maple trees are all at least a century old, unlike the fifty or forty-year old teens in my own back yard, and they conveyed a quiet strength and shelter as I worked through the forms.
The bugs were fierce.
I found myself in the middle of Snake Creeps Down, and instead of attacking the opponent to the east, I was swatting my arm… And then my head… And then my arm… And then brushing them away from my feet. Gaah.
Even as someone practicing to be a Druid, I don’t seem to enjoy being in certain kinds of outdoor situations. And yet…
And yet, once I’d finished my tai chi and the Druidic work for the day, I must admit that the bugs troubled me rather less than they had. I don’t think that they were bothering me any less; I think I was just less bothered by them. And more than physical attainment in tai chi, I think this is what I get from the work far more than anything else: the mental and spiritual calm that follows the storm of movement that is tai chi. After the whirlwind, the silence.
I’ve once again forgotten to bring my charger on this trip, so there’s a good chance that there won’t be further updates, as I warned. But — hope springs eternal — maybe I’ll find a way forward.