It struck me the other day in class that it has been just over ten years since we finished “learning” the Sun Tai Chi set (we started in January of 2017 and likely it took 5 or 6 months for us to be taught all of the movements). By “learning” I mean “know all the movements” for that is the remarkable fun and truth… I have been practicing this form, now, for 10 years. Week in, week out, practice and more practice. There’s been nothing added, no new moves, no “advanced” form to play with, no other set to move on to. Same set. Over, and over, and over again. And after those 10 years, I know I haven’t fully “learned” it yet. I am still discovering things about the set, about my body, about myself, and I know there is a myriad of things to still discover. Still many ways to suddenly epiphany on how much more the body can be linked, how I can embody the core concepts, how I can move and flow and energize and balance and connect and sink and transfer and be. And I frikken love that. I totally love this never ending path. Every time I get something – even if I re-discover it, and even if it feels, for a moment, that I’ve been doing it wrong until now – it’s a moment of excitement and joy. Pure delight. I know I will be 99, on the day that I die, and I’ll be practicing my tai chi, that same form, that same one that by then I will have been doing for 66 years, having done it thousands of time, and I will move and my face will light up and I will say “Ohhhh… that’s what they mean by sinking! I’ve been doing it “wrong” all these years!” And as I sit down and pass on, I will do so with a smile, delighted as ever to have discovered something new and grown.