Today, Toronto weather permitting, I went to the park and took off my coat, there in jeans and a t-shirt, and practiced my qigong and forms for about an hour. Afterwords I put on my coat and sat down, on the bench, sipping my coffee and listening to music. I think I fell asleep for a moment, and I woke up at the end of a song. I was looking up at the trees and skyline and thinking, here I am, doing my stuff, all by myself. And I am alone here in Toronto. It's a difficult feeling to express, not a lonely feeling, reminiscent of a kensho I suppose.
It made me think again about my goals and what I want to achieve.
The park was empty. It's a big park. A few decades ago there would be fifty people doing tai chi in the park. Today I was the only one. The only one who remembers. Where did they go? Did everybody die? Maybe it's the weather.