Every morning I am blessed. There is an elderly chinese man who practices Tai chi in the park where I walk my dogs. This morning the sun finally came out after weeks of endless rain and I decided to lay on the grass and soak up some sun, look up at the eucalyptus trees and hear the sparrows tweet tweet. It was such a pleasant surprise when the chinese man came within metres of me to practice his morning ritual. He began by tenderly massaging his face and then vigorously rubbing his scalp. He took his time. There was no rush. His self loving gestures captivated me. I quietly watched him and he was oblivious... so immersed and so focused. After warming up, he began to "fight the dragon and tame the lion" along with other graceful fluid movements which honoured the space, the light and the universe. In minutes, he had transformed that humble space of the park into a dynamic battle zone and then an altar, honouring and giving grace and love and with such a serenity that was compelling and awe-some. For 40 minutes he became a warrior, a brave fighter, a samurai and then he returned to being a sweet humble diminutive chinese man again. I love that chinese man. He makes my mornings so special.
Posted on: Mon, 01 Jul 2013 01:57:44 +0000