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Study Buddies

She hands her baby to her husband. The new mother is also new to this country. Though the Greater Boston area is quite different from her native Taiwan, the young Chinese woman is at home here enough to speak. She talks openly of her appreciation of her father’s corrective feedback. In her Baba’s recent visit here, he told his bright baby that she needs to treat her hubby more benevolently. Dad stated that more kindness coming from her core would contribute to a cure of her recently diagnosed breast cancer. She weeps as she recalls his compassion and courage to correct in a kind and caring way. I notice that the more she cries from the core, the more her chest moves like a white crane flapping its wings. Chris, the cop, congratulates her on her courage. Nancy offers protection from umbrage.
That catharsis occurred in our monthly Daodejing study group, which met here at my school this past Sunday. We had about thirty scholars in attendance. The participants were comprised of the whole adult age range, came from all walks of life and were equally represented by humans of Asian descent and a mix of other heritages. The scholarly orientation toward an ancient Chinese study was new to my Taiji students, as their Taiji study is more experientially based than by book. Taiji students generally opt for the scholarly approach as more of an adjunct than as an essential part of their learning. I would also consider myself to be a bit of a reluctant academic. I admit that my experiences with people of our culture who are scholars has tended to be tainted by the tendency for those “top down” learners to be top dogs without paws on the ground hounds. Thank goodness that my Taiji Grandmaster, Dr. Yang, Jwing Ming is one of the foremost authors in Taiji and Qigong. I feel as though my inner practice necessitates the memorizing of the maps that he has translated for us. Learning with a synergy of direct data derived from inner experience and indirect derived data from outer intellectual information has proven to be of greatest benefit to me. So when I hear a fellow human heal through adhering to the ancient wisdom and sharing her own heart-centered feelings, I feel right at home too.
Our two hour session concludes and everyone stays for at least another hour, some also stay for a free Qigong class. I even need to remind people to eat some of the organics that I provided. Wow, that is one of my main criteria for evaluating a great gig. If people are more interested in the nurturing and nourishment of the people more than the plants, then we’ve got power in the people, through the people and by the people. Then maybe we will plant more organic plants, even ingest them as implants, thereby planting a healthy plantation in our inner nation that will grow to our whole nation. What an idealistic notation!
So it was of no surprise to me that the new mother appeared beside me and appreciated one of my hanging spider plants at a south facing window that was directly across from her seat in the group circle. She said that the babies seemed to her as if they were baby birds taking first flight. I responded by showing her how I transplant those babies into water when they show roots. I take that new community and put them in soil when their roots intertwine. They reciprocate by clearing the air in our sacred space. I gave her my most well-rooted recent transplants and invited her to flap her wings from her treasure chest. The metaphors are magnificent, magnetic and motivating her to move her healing.