Serendipitous Discovery of TCC

I awoke suddenly in the darkness of early morning with a pain in my chest. As I turned to get more comfortable, I was touched with a whisper of fear: What if this is it? Would I see the next day? I remembered that moment the next night while walking the neighborhood under a bluing sky. And I realized I was still here. Now. Walking.

Remembering the question, I chose to claim the gentle voice of trust. I offered a little word of gratitude: for the sun, the blue of sky and the paint-brush wisp of white clouds, for cool air upon my cheek and in my breath, for my wife and family.

I stepped forward and felt the smooth shift of my weight as my front heal touched, rolling down upon the whole sole; noticing as if everything had slowed down; noticing the weight drain from my back leg into the sole of my forward foot and leg until the process was repeated on the right side, then again on the left.

I felt the smooth, organic balance of my body in constant, gentle movement; my arms swinging gently at my side as I released my shoulders’ tension and let them fall, relaxed. I found that bubbling feeling of the soles of my feet in rolling engagement with the earth, each step grounded, connected, released, regained; realizing my walk had become a TCC moment of moving devotion caught up in the “now.” I felt peace and gratitude.

A harrowing voice of fear hungers to yank us from the gift being given in each touch of presence. Trusting yourself in each moment’s embrace is where we begin to show up. In the present we find our own voice of gratitude, our own Chi, to sing into that moment. In finding that gratitude we embrace an essential part of our TCC practice: awareness – that flow of energy within, waiting to be encountered in the now, a serendipitous discovery of the value of the practice.