When nothingness is everything. An Ode to Yuan Gong Qigong.

Yesterday, I passed my Level 1 Yuan Gong Qigong Teacher training with Ren Xue International. It’s been a transformative process with hundreds of hours of study and practice. Every day that I practice is a day that is markedly calmer, more peaceful and I experience much greater creative flow and less self-judgement. Those days when I don’t practice often leave their reminder that I need to practice tomorrow.

As a fellow Qigong teacher posted online today, the practice of Qigong is a radical act of self-care. Especially right now, when (almost) everything we see and read in the news and on social media seems to be working to divide us, to direct our negative judgments toward another person or group, is encouraging us to argue and fight and cancel one another. At best, these posts tell us we need to stand up for ourselves and for others. But how do we have the capacity to do that? In addition to looking after ourselves, families, going to work, and trying to maintain a creative practice?

I recommend qigong! So here is a poem, let’s call it an ode to Yuan Gong (the powerful and very accessible method of Qi Gong offered by Ren Xue), that was also inspired by another poem I read today by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer.

Happy writualing, Chantal xxx