Not much sun this morning. There was no sun at all. I wondered if the sun still rises on mornings like these. But still, I felt and saw the sun in my mind’s eye as I did my opening qigong move to the sunrise. I knew that somewhere behind the clouds and mist, the sun was rising and I greeted it to start the day.
Hello day! You are here for me to fill as I desire. It does not matter that it is cloudy. It is still a gift of time to be well spent in whatever it is that pleases me. And so I breathe in and I breathe out. I open my arms to the sky. I feel the energy flowing through me. And all is copacetic.
I try to mix the order of my movements between the sunrise and sunset. Being such a creature of habit, it is not so easy. There is such a sense of discomfort and resistance. I breathe in and out and continue to find order within my disorder. Such is life. There is so much chaos and it is I who must remain calm and constant.
I came to rest at the sunset, crossing and opening my arms to the sky. I held the ball of chi in my hands and stepped back in honour and bowed to the ancestors.