Last week, I attempted to practise, for the first time in more than 7 years at least, the Chen Taiji long form. It was going well at first. As the body memory took over, I remembered being in Mr Xu's basement - the details and directions in that little room from 15 years ago superimposed on the courtyard in the present. I tried not to celebrate too much, I knew not to jump ahead with my mind. But eventually, it fell apart. I got to the first void in my memory. Then the second. Then the whole thing came tumbling down. Still, I felt I had spent a little time with Mr Xu.
Today, I tried again.
I got past the first void, managed to get a little further today before it dissipated. I have hopes that it will all come back to me eventually. I just have to relax into it.
This is how you resuscitate the dead. By resting in the present.