After enlightenment — comes the laundry.

I had the best weekend playing with the Roughriders. Going to Bellingham was a bit of a trek for me after years of having the gang come to our house for all their gatherings, but what fun we had and oh, how it was worth the journey.

My people are tai chi people, of that there is no doubt.

Personally, I had several insights and Ah-Ha moments as I touched in with everyone. Most of the time, I just chatted with each person. Lessons were not given, just received.

My insights had to do with an understanding, of how I could be so into something, for so long, and then just lose interest.

It has been a struggle of mine to explain to myself and others, how in the last year or so, I was just this side of done with tai chi. I know that sounds weird, as tai chi is in my bones, my heart and mind. It is my practice. But I see how I am done with the deep study and steady digging my practice took on since my very first class in 1986.

I was a die hard player, there is no doubt about it. And I must say, it was so very nice to hear about, and see, and especially, feel the influence I’ve had in the art from students and friends.

I was in it. Now I feel I’m out of it. Yin to Yang and back again. The circle continues and the lessons I came to learn are learned.

I feel that what I came to the art for is now truly mine. I know who I am, and what I stand for. I am comfortable in my skin. I understand mastery.

It is a fine feeling to not be wanting, and to leave with a real sense of satisfaction. I had an incredible journey and I wouldn’t trade a moment of it for anything.

I humbly salute!