I did a tai chi class the other day. What struck me about this is a feeling of rootedness. You aren’t moving much, certainly not compared to running a marathon. That said there’s something interesting about mastering one’s own ‘frame’ as it’s called, basically what’s in arms reach. In Tolstoy’s how much land does a man need the protagonist seeks all this land/fortune, but in the end the punch line is:
His servant picked up the spade and dug a grave long enough for Pahom to lie in, and buried him in it. Six feet from his head to his heels was all he needed.
So there’s something great about going the opposite direction to this idea of more and moving toward the bare minimum, taking the essential amount of land we need in a given moment and bringing a total awareness to it. I find myself doing tai chi as I walk around, helping me be more mindful in the day-to-day.