Drumming and Humming

I haven't written for a long while, not because I have nothing to say, but because my typing is so bad. I practically have to fix every word. It's frustrating and slow. Even worse is my handwriting though I write everyday in my paper journal. I write a word and I realize it is illegible. I try to fix it and end up by making it worse, so I cross it out and write it again. Sometimes it still looks illegible.    

I read back over my journals, what could be more interesting to me than to reminisce about all my life's occurrences? It is to me. None of it is important in relation to the world and all its dramas, comedies and tragedies. My life is a small drop in the ocean, but it is part of the ocean. We are all part of the same ocean, as Ming Tong Gu says, "an ocean of energy."

My qigong studies continue, and now I am leading a Zoom qigong group every Tuesday morning. For some reason people like it; I have regulars who show up every week, sometimes as many as twelve, but more often only six.  I have three different practice sequences that I know by heart to work with, and I've added things, like self massage and energy warm ups as I feel my way through the challenges of teaching.

I practice by myself everyday. I take an hour or so as soon as I get up in the morning. I've gotten to be quite disciplined about it, but not rigid. There are times when it's neglected, not routinely though. I find myself thinking about the Zoom class as I practice alone, how to improve what I am doing, to communicate more clearly and so forth. It sometimes distracts from what I should be doing - concentrating on my own body, mind, and being. Lately I've tried to incorporate sound healing every day, and standing meditation (but I often sit instead of stand).

Added to the qigong I have started taking a Zoom class in yogic drumming that I really think is good for me and my condition. 

All in all I'm feeling pretty good and happy most days. I have discouraging times, when I find I've lost some ability, like not being strong enough to swim in the surf, or ride a bicycle without falling, or play my ukulele.

It makes me sad to lose these things. But they are going gradually, one at a time, and I adjust. I concentrate on what I can do, and am very grateful when I can add new experiences to my days, that I'm not totally worn out yet! 

Persevere, be persistent! Onward in the effort to overcome and conquer! Parkinson's Disease, I'm not afraid of you!