Ode to TCC Teacher Accreditation

Self-intentions were made from beginning to end,

19 movements (and one pose) whose nuances we sought to mend,

To envision a calm pool of water in a bubbling spring,

All the while with prajna heralding a melodious ring.

A bat would appear with a message of rebirth,

Periodic bouts of infectious group mirth,

Letting go of critical thoughts and ego,

Awareness is the root of TCC, echoed in my head from Justin, my amigo.

From the tan t’ien to the soles of the feet,

Only to find that longed for sweet spot, oh, what a treat,

Integrating the whole of all moving parts,

A continuous loop of rest positions and starts,

Yinning and yanging for days ad infinitum,

Sometimes wanting to rewind and press delete ‘em.

Immersion and feeling the a, b, c’s of the Chi,

Knowing it was not only me but the collective we,

The effort of no effort, a mysterious gift,

Asking my body’s permission to move without getting miffed.

The angst self-created by upcoming pitches,

Often brought us to tears but also to stitches,

Rehearsing with auditor supports and a worry doll under my pillow,

Made me feel like a bamboo in a storm rather than a willow.

Polarity, circularity, two principles I avow,

Could these be rooted in Tao?

Making an investment in storing the Chi in my bones,

With softness and continuity, feeling those vibrational tones.

Mirror, mirror on the wall,

Just imagine how teaching TCC will make you feel tall,

The benefits and joy abound with one more,

Just remember this stuff is not available in any store.

With gratitude, love and renewed strength and vigor,

Realizing we cannot appease the hunger without the rigor,

To all our promising TCC teachers who now will be mentors,

May we all continue to flow from our centers.