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Qi-gong Gone

 
This semester I’m taking a “Vital Energy Meditation” (Qigong) class every Thursday. (I like saying “this semester” -- it makes me feel like I’m a college student and not just someone who happens to work on a college campus.) I’ve been very stressed lately, and I hope that intending to relax will lead to actual relaxing. We’ll see. I must admit, it seems to help, but I have a long way to go...

During the class, my teacher plays quiet, meditative music in the background. She told the class (and I later confirmed via Google, because Google is God), that sound can be used to promote inner peace, harmonize our bodies thus opening ourselves to healing chi energy, and regulate our emotions.

It occurred to me on the way to work the other day, that this was the exact opposite sound the girls were making in the back seat of the car.

Maybe I should take two classes a week.

 

Comments

Dating Trooper said…
Glad you are sticking with it! Which reminds me I STILL have to give you your b-day present - very relevant I assure you! Oh, and I just finished an AMAZING book that is also very relevant and one you will love called "Eat, Pray Love". Please do read it! YOu won't regret it. I miss you!
Rima said…
I wish I was in that class with you. It sounds lovely, but I must say it seems almost the polar opposite of your last course selection - the tap dancing!
Anonymous said…
so california!!

to clear out my brain, i put on 'hard day's night' at top volume.

vive la difference....
Michele said…
I used to be really good a meditating ... I did it every night before I went to bed and I do believe it helped. But it's not an easy process. It takes time and patience ... something I have very little of these days so I gave it up and haven't been able to go back. Which makes me realize it's sort of like going to the gym. I do miss it though, unlike the gym.
Melissa said…
DT/Rima -- Yes, it's hard not to stick to it when all I do is show up and meditate. This doesn't require any practicing of any kind -- no innate coordination or the remembering of tap steps. Wahoo!

Mimi -- And yes, very CA. But I also self-prescribe "musical meditation" -- usually something loud.

Michele -- I also have very little patience, but at this point in my life, I feel I must force myself to do this because my stress levels are affecting everything else in my life. This is one of those things I mentioned in response to your blog about "giving myself a pep talk" to motivate me.

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