Making Mistakes
And with even better luck, the teacher reassures you that you don’t have to start all over again, from the very beginning. It’s especially nice if you can see where you went wrong and learn from that.
“We’re Sisters; We Fight”
Two of our granddaughters were riding in the back seat. After a while, there was some squabbling. As the sound escalated, I turned around to see what was going on, perhaps to intervene.
Soup’s On
Soup’s on, so I’m going to make this short. It’s been a crazy busy week. Lots of Feldenkrais, a bit of time to make stuff, and, oh by the way, our garage is being rebuilt.
All In a Week
You might have guessed that I don’t like to be bored. I do like to have time to sit and wonder. To piddle around with a variety of little projects. To talk with folks. To learn new things. To watch the birds from my front porch. To watch my grandkids grow—although I must say that they grow at an alarmingly fast rate.
Rearranging Stuff
What amazed me was that what remained was so hard to fit back into the original spaces.
Monday Morning Thunder
I brought my coffee out to the front porch, where I was greeted by half a dozen pink rain lilies. A bit bent over from the rain, they were a cheery sight nonetheless.
Making Adjustments
So, you make adjustments. Maybe you get angry. Maybe you play nice to see if that gets you somewhere. Maybe you pout. Probably, you try lots of different approaches, without even knowing that’s what you’re doing.
Catching Glimmers
I’ve been listening to Susan Magsamen and Ivy Ross talk about something called neuroaesthetics. Guess what y’all! Art matters. Making and experience art and nature are good for us—in so many ways.
Getting Started
Who knows what sparked that first move? Maybe I was procrastinating on the next phase of the ongoing sewing projects. Maybe I wanted the light from the window to be over my shoulder instead of behind my back.
Gently Down the Stream
Part of the magic of coaching and Feldenkrais is that they help us to feel the current, to relax the effort and just float for a while. It’s delicious. Maybe even how we’re meant to be. At least some of the time.
