I attack my omelet, gorging myself on egg and cheese and mushrooms. I’d better eat my fill now. When I go back home – assuming I still have a home – and start job hunting, I won’t be seeing much food in my refrigerator.
He has me doing martial arts again. Specifically, tai ch’i. This is to help me balance my energy. It’s been a couple of years; I’m rusty. He had to help me with my forms until my body once again worked out the feeling of flow and started going through them automatically.
In the morning, when we are awake enough, by the grace of coffee, to keep our eyes open, we perform tai ch’i forms in the living room, with the furniture pushed far back to allow us room. We push hands and perform universal breathing; then, side by side, we go through our tao lu.
I sense him moving gra
