What Watching My Tai Qi Teacher Taught Me About Dedicated Practice

In this reflective essay, I describe a quiet moment during practice when watching my teacher move shifted how I understood my own progress. What first appeared as ease in my body revealed a deeper lesson about lineage, responsibility, and what mature practice begins to demand. By observing how the art travels through different stages of a teacher’s life, I explore how practice evolves from effort into care—and how, at a certain point, the work no longer asks us to improve alone, but to carry something forward with intention.