QiGong Prison Ministry

Its been six months now since i have been inside the prison with any consistency.  Who I am as a Qigong Teacher remains so informed by my prison teaching, and yet a whole new aspect of me is forming as well.  Soon, I suspect, my reformated self will be prepared to reenter the walls and continue teaching in a fresh way.

I have been working for Mingtong Gu in many capacities for 9 months now and recently created a Teachers Blog on The Chi Center's website to capture the many creative offerings of the dynamic teacher community.  As my writing energies are creating new practice materials and blog posts there, this site has grown quiet.  The chi keeps flowing, just in different currents.

Here is a post I just wrote seeking to offer an insight from my recent illness:

I was getting quieter and quieter with each relapse, each rebound. Each cycle drew me inward another loop of the sprial.  Would I find the black hole in the center?  I wasn't sure who I really was anymore.  Certainly not the handle-everything-Guma from the July Teacher's retreat. I struggled to discern if I could find the energy to drive down for a day of healing at the November Retreat, would I even know who to be? Did I have the energy to be a authentic and current me, with folks who knew a different me? Another relapse confirmed my ego's dilemma that it wasn't worth the struggle.

With more cycles, and more practice with the view off this shady side of the mountain, I'm drifting down into a different sense of the spaciousness within myself. My personality is learning how to synchronize with this frequency and resonate the harmony within each unfolding relationship. So when I went to LinLings shower I could flow with this newer version of me. Yet quiet a few folks, looked at me and pondered out loud, "You don't look sick."  Well what could I say? I was so alive in the formless 96% of me, that the form 4%, that was coping with the illness story, just didn't show up that loudly.

So each time I show up at Wisdom Healing Qigong events, I hope to be the fresh and new me, fully alive with the integration of the most recent transformation generated by the gifts of the practice. You can help me stay honest by not expecting me (or any of us) to be who we were six months ago, one month ago, or even last week.  The truth of this practice is that it is transformative, so let us hold ourselves and each other loosely, tenderly and curiously and see who we become with the next upgrade.