This morning, as I practiced my Tai Chi under the ancient oaks, a single, crimson maple leaf… Read More
This morning, as I was practicing my Tai Chi under the ancient oak near the Santa Barbara… Read More
This morning, as I was finishing my Tai Chi practice, a single, amber maple leaf drifted onto… Read More
The morning air in Santa Barbara was unusually heavy yesterday, thick with a humidity that seemed to… Read More
This morning, as I sat on my porch practicing Tai Chi, I found my focus shattered by… Read More
This morning, as I was practicing my Tai Chi in the cool, damp air of the canyon,… Read More
This morning, as I practiced my Tai Chi near the edge of the canyon, a single maple… Read More
This morning, as I moved through my Tai Chi forms in the cool, damp mist of the… Read More
The morning mist was still clinging to the eucalyptus trees in the canyon when I paused my… Read More
This morning, as I was practicing my Tai Chi near the edge of the canyon, I watched… Read More