I am a person so lacking in coordination that I cannot learn dance moves, card tricks, juggling. I can't do that cool way of jumping on a bicycle, placing one foot on the pedal and swinging your leg over to the other side as you roll forward. I am completely amazed by people who can play the piano. Never the less, feeling the need for something new, I signed up for a Tai Chi class this fall. We perform in front of mirrors, like a ballet class. But everybody is old. We are perfecting a move called "Wave Hands Like Clouds," an exquisite name for an elegant series of steps and gestures.
I guess I'm the youngest person in the group; one fellow is on oxygen and every 10 seconds I hear the blip of his O2 pump, a snort of oxygen and a constant reminder of the passing time. I watch myself in the mirror and I watch my classmates. In their socks and sweat pants they are so beautiful I can barely stand it.