I'm in a funk though I'm not sure whether it's related to the time of year, hormones, or another unidentified cause. I do my daily T'ai Chi Chih practice despite the fact that I find myself going through the motions without vim or vigor. Where is the joy thru movement?
I want to hibernate, procrastinate, abbreviate. Still, I persist. I know that Justin Stone reminds us to practice no matter what. Practice when you feel like it, practice when you don't. Perhaps, just perhaps, my practice keeps me going when all else fails.
Today I practiced outside on the deck in the midst of sunshine and cooling breezes. I had no time or patience for the beauty surrounding me. I felt fed up with the effort of moving. But I did my practice anyway.
I comfort myself with cliches: This too shall pass. There's always tomorrow....
And, when all else fails, music inevitably offers some solace:
Take a good look around and
if you're lookin' down
put a little love in your heart....
And the world will be a better place