Tai Chi

On Saturday afternoons, I go to a Tai Chi class at my church. I started a few months ago, but missed the last month. I was expecting that I had forgotten everything, but it was not so bad. I am beginning to believe what the instructor always says--the body remembers and the group does it as a whole.

Through Tai Chi, I remember my mother, who died in 1992. For several years before her death, she went to Tai Chi classes, which she said helped her balance. My husband's mother tried it a few times, but thought it was too difficult.

Today I realize how impressed I am with my mother continuing to practice Tai Chi. I also have more sympathy for my mother-in-law in not keeping on with it! Before this, I did not consider it to be that great a feat, but it takes practice!

I am helped by an excellent instructor and having church friends taking it with me. The more experienced Tai Chi practitioners are very kind in encouraging us newcomers, too. Someday I may be more graceful. . . .

I guess there are different forms. The one we are learning is the Tai Chi Form of Master Moy, which is connected with the International Taoist Tai Chi Society.