Where Simplicity Begins to Open

Sundays tend to stretch in their own quiet way. Not much ever really happens. The mind drifts — away from practice, toward it, then somewhere else entirely. Small, avoided tasks begin to surface, asking for attention without urgency.

I tried to sleep this afternoon but couldn’t settle. After a while, I gave up on it and went outside to practice instead.

I’ve started learning Tai Chi Nine. A simple form. No more than a few minutes from beginning to end.

There’s something about that which feels… light.

It might be the length.
It might be how quickly it comes together.
Or maybe just the absence of struggle.

I’m not entirely sure.

But I can feel that I’m enjoying it.