It occurs to me that my tai chi year always begins in March as the weather is getting better; and that the last days of my year are usually in February, when the weather is at its worst. Maybe that was a mistake. Oh, well. Nothing to do about it now.
The ground is still frosty in the morning. I don’t know if it’s that the frost hasn’t melted yet in the ground, or if it’s just that the ground is cold early in the morning, or if the ground is still recovering from the winter. In any case, the ground was cold under my feet. I picked the wrong pants to do tai chi in outside; I just grabbed yesterday’s jeans, and they’re just a little too stiff for this work. And I only wore a t-shirt instead of a sweater or a long-sleeved shirt. Oh, well.
It’s easy to find little complaints. There’s always something wrong. But the birds were singing, and the dawn was coming, and the morning was clear, and the day is promising to be excellent. All in all, it’s shaping up to be a wonderful day. And it began with tai chi, outside, in the garden, under the open sky. It’s hard to do better than that. It can be done, but it’s difficult.
I followed up the tai chi practice with my druidry work. One of the pieces of the druidry work is called the tree working. Lay your body against a tree and stay there for ten or fifteen minutes. You can rest your spine against the tree, or you can rest your sternum against the tree. There’s more to it than that, but that’s the basics of the exercise: lean up against a tree for a while. It’s well worth doing. And it made the morning better, if such a thing can be believed.
This is the 3700th article on this blog.