Having mirrors in exercise rooms is challenging. Your body is always in front of you, letting you know its imperfections or, certainly in my case, its overabundance. Today in qigong it struck me that I had become, physically at least, my grandmother Kate (after whom my sister is named).
Kate was an awesome storyteller and family tradition describes how she would start a story on Monday and leave it at a cliffhanger ending late in the afternoon. All the women in the neighborhood would come the next day and the next and the next to sit on her front porch to finally hear the story finished. She was also reputed to have had a terrific sense of humor. She died when I was two.
From photos I know that Kate was a square woman, short and large. Kate and I share the same peasant body type. So today, just before qigong’s “Fire and Water meet” and “Lion turns his head and wakes up,” I am happy that seeing my body has reminded me to be thinking of Kate and how much my father adored her. In the photo above she is the same age as I am now.
In my reflection, I look to embrace her grace and creativity, but, more importantly, I seek to channel her sense of humor — especially for the duration of this qigong class.