Who’s in Charge?
I often use the image of bumper cars. Sometimes our movements—in our bodies and in our lives—feel like running into bumpers no matter which way way go.
I often use the image of bumper cars. Sometimes our movements—in our bodies and in our lives—feel like running into bumpers no matter which way way go.
I pulled out some wool fibers and started demonstrating how to make a felt ball. After a short while, almost everyone in the room was rolling a ball of wool between their two hands.
Frass flicking. It’s what some caterpillars do with their poop. Who knew?
Touch is about a particular sensation, but somehow it’s a bit richer when I think about listening with my hands.