It Is

It is the practice. Our practice. The one we share each week. In the park. In the church.

It is the practice that connects us with the Chi. The Chi within each of us. The Chi among us. The Chi all around us. Moving us. Moving all that is.

It is the practice that has comforted us in times of loss. Celebrated with us at birthdays and retirements. Healed us from illness and injury. United us in ways that are wordless and profound.

Over the years, we have each grown in the practice. Softening. Slowing. Deepening. Strengthening our connection with one another and with the mystery we gently hold.

It has allowed us to come home. To ourselves. To our world. It has encouraged us to live softly yet boldly. To care for each other. To care for creation.

And now a pandemic has separated us. From the park. From the church. From one another.

But the practice survives. We create new ways of being together, of sharing the Chi. Of sending it out. Out to the people and places in need of renewed energy and fresh hope.

Each day we commit ourselves to the practice and remind one another, encourage one another. And, in different places, we join energetically to touch one another and our uncertain world.

It is the practice. Our practice. Namaste.