Not much sun this morning.  There was no sun at all.  I wondered if the sun still rises on mornings like these.  But still, I felt and saw the sun in my mind’s eye as I did my opening qigong move to the sunrise.  I knew that somewhere behind the clouds and mist, the sun was rising and I greeted it to start the day.

Hello day!  You are here for me to fill as I desire.  It does not matter that it is cloudy.  It is still a gift of time to be well spent in whatever it is that pleases me.  And so I breathe in and I breathe out.  I open my arms to the sky.  I feel the energy flowing through me.  And all is copacetic.

I try to mix the order of my movements between the sunrise and sunset.  Being such a creature of habit, it is not so easy.  There is such a sense of discomfort and resistance.  I breathe in and out and continue to find order within my disorder.  Such is life.  There is so much chaos and it is I who must remain calm and constant.

I came to rest at the sunset, crossing and opening my arms to the sky.  I held the ball of chi in my hands and stepped back in honour and bowed to the ancestors.