Tai Chi

For many years I practiced Tai Chi, long before Yoga or Aikido. Recently I woke up one morning when the stars were dimming and the crescent moon had finished her nightly orb across the paling midnight blue sky. I began to move like a memory, slowly and spontaneously, through an old Tai Chi kata. Flowing, breathing, extending, collapsing, then stretching and reaching again. It felt like an old friend placing a warm cloak around me. Why did I ever stop doing this?