I must remember to write about beauty and the glass-clear pure joy life sometimes pours on us, even if it is as temporary as summer rain. My tai chi class yesterday morning was like that. It was held out in the open, in a park full of ancient beech trees reaching to heavens, standing there like sentinels from some mysterious realm, in a wide ring, as if inviting us to dance with them. To dance with them the dance of energy which we share with all living creatures.
The sun filtered through their branches, the city noises lost themselves in their canopies and the wind passing through their leaves felt like a gentle touch on my skin.
So we danced, the trees and the humans, and for one hour the world was perfect.