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She's got everything she needs, She's an artist, she don't look back. She's got everything she needs, She's an artist, she don't look back. She can take the dark out of the nighttime And paint the daytime black. --Bob Dylan

2005-12-18 11:44 AM
Chi heat, King Kong, and Weeping Camels

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It's been a really great weekend.

Starting Friday, Tai Chi was awesome. I began learning the first form and pretty much right away felt the chi in waves of heat coming from my palms. I am taking the class with Jenn at her new dojo. The master there is an amazing woman, both master in kung fu and tai chi. She's as close as one can get to being a goddess in human skin, I think. Personally, I felt this respect from her for me. I think she knows instinctively the time and effort I have put in my path in my training in martial arts. She and the other teachers go slow, working on each minute move in the form. It's a grueling workout, though it's slow. The energy one gets from it, is amazing and so healing. After class, Vera, Jenn, and I went to dinner. Was so fun.

Joe continued being in the happy through the weekend. His cheeks are rosy, he's playing, laughing, wanting things. Not sleeping. Not in despair. Not agitated. I am just sitting back and enjoying it all. It's been so long and he's worked so hard.

Did a little Christmas shopping, yesterday, then went with a friend to see King Kong. What a great movie!!! It was actually better than LOTR, imo. King Kong is so sexy. That's who I really want to date. Give me a big hairy guy who'll climb the Empire State building for me! Is that asking too much?

I woke up this morning and hung out with Cliff for awhile online, then Michael made this weird sesame cereal for breakfast. It was pretty good. He and I got into a movie called The Tale of the Weeping Camel. It's about a family of Mongolian nomadic camel herders and a mother camel who rejects her new born colt after a difficult delivery. The colt follows the mother around and she kicks him. The herders decide they must send for the violinist to heal the mother of her rejection for her son. The two human sons go off to the center and fetch the violinist. They have this ceremony where they hang the violin on one of the mother camel's humps, then give it to the violinist. He played a slow song and one of the women herders sang along. The mother camel wept and let the baby colt nurse. It made me think of the elk listening to our singing car, when Dennis and I went to Point Reyes. It also made me think of Joe and how his mental breakdown was brought on by a broken heart, and then how his talking to Dr. Miklusak healed him. Okay, now I am weeping. I think this is a golden moment, and I am very happy to be alive.

And of course Judy Collins is on my Yahoo engine singing amazing grace.

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me....
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see.

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