Doing tai chi this morning in my Dad’s house was weird. It’s always weird. This is the house I sorta grew up in, so there’s this undertone of familiarity about it, and yet I haven’t lived here in decades. The ceilings are too low for a good stretch on a couple of postures. I should have gotten dressed and done the work in the back yard, which is what I usually do, I don’t know why I didn’t, but it just seemed like a more urgent thing to get done today and do it right away than usual.
Taiji day 123: in my father’s house
5 July 2012