There is no such thing as magic. It is a word. A silly, foolish, overused word. There is only your aura… or the Chinese have a better word for it: qi. A life force. An energy. This is the energy that flows within you. It can be shaped, molded, directed.”
― Michael Scott,
At the beginning of 2016, I felt broken. After nine months of unrelenting emotional battering, I was ready to curl up in a ball and shut myself away from the world. My body ached and my mind was a jumble of negativity clogging up my thought process.
Talking to long-suffering friends helped, but I found it incredibly difficult to communicate the turmoil within.
There were two things that saved me:
Writing and Qi Gong
Writing had always been there for me but this time it ruptured the emotional floodgates as words poured out of to my head and on to my hard drive.
As my head began to clear, I sensed a void within which I subconsciously communicated to the Universe during the times I gazed, sometimes for protracted periods, at the horizon searching for an answer.
One day I sat down at my laptop and Qi Gong courses jumped out at me. I signed up and have never looked back.
Qi Gong, in a nutshell, is a sequence of movements that originated in China long before written history. Widely practiced during the Zhou Dynasty which ruled China from around 1027 to 221 B.C. Its function is to promote the flow of Qi or vital life energy throughout the body. According to myth and legend, the practice aided in preventing illness during extreme hardship and speeding recovery from injury or illness. Today, Qi Gong is practiced as a meditative healing art to promote health, healing, balance, energy, awareness, and relaxation.
I embraced Qi Gong, welcoming it into my world like a lost childhood friend. And I feel the Qi, I feel an energy within which is helping me shape and mold my life in the direction I want to go in. Two years on, my world is generally, is a much calmer place.
A human being is a part of a whole, called by us a universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest . . . a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.