This morning, I woke a little bit before 5:00am, washed my face, threw on a shirt and tie, and drove three hours across New England from Cape Cod directly to work. I’d been up watching the eclipse and partying at my cousin’s wedding the night before, but now it was time for work. I made it to school in time for my first-period class.
But tai chi did not happen.
It wasn’t until the end of the tai, when school was over, that I did a single tai chi form in my own house, under my own roof. And that’s about as minimalist as my practice can go. It was enough; it has to be, even if the day was almost gone and the sun almost down when I was done.