I forgot what I was about to say.
It was my intention to write more in the new year. Here it is the fourteenth of the month and I haven’t written anything. So much for action meeting intention. Or intention meeting action. I have “thoughts” swirling around in my head. They float in and out. Never anything much. Just random.
Ten after eight now. I’ve been up for a while. Knee surgery went well. Not much pain. I’m fine.
The freezing wind has blown away the thick cloud cover. There is light and blue sky. It’s minus six though. Tomorrow is my birthday. Haha!! Sixty nine years old!! That’s just crazy sounding. I bought a two dollar lottery ticket. I’m going to bake a cake. It will be either a lemon pound cake or a pineapple upside down? I’m leaning towards the lemon cake. This is all contingent on my ability to stand up and move around the kitchen. It might be overly ambitious? We’ll see how intention meets action.
Could that be a theme to think about?
Well, I did make the cake!! Amazing. It’s a lemon pound cake with lemon glaze. It’s gorgeous and delicious! See!! Intention met action right there in the kitchen.
Things I have been musing over.
- Those “reels” sure grab my attention. Some of them are quite inspiring. The cooking ones especially. I have made grocery lists from watching people cook fabulous looking meals. There’s intention there.
- I’m thinking more and more about how to present what I have to share or say about how our “story” or “stories” show up physically in the body. Something really powerful that I learned as a modern dance student in Shirley Mordine’s classes. It was in the late seventies at The Dance Center up in Uptown. She taught us how to observe movement in everyone. We would go out into the street and watch people walk. She taught us to SEE. Then we would try to get their movement into our bodies and FEEL. The alchemy of seeing to feeling the other person taught me something about their story without having spoken to them directly. Then the whole rest of this train of thought disappeared!! I forgot to hit, “update / save”. It was the middle of the night. A wide awake stream of consciousness post surgery. I was muddled by anesthesia. Lost to the ether.
- The crows come in the morning. They have a mission. As far as I can tell it’s to patrol the perimeter and maintain the territory. Maybe it’s patrol the territory and maintain the perimeter? Anyway, they really don’t like any hawks encroaching within the perimeter. They gather and demand retreat. They were sheltering in the below zero day. There wasn’t much ruckus for a few days. Too cold. Then this afternoon a total uproar broke out. It woke me from a nap. I looked out. A crow on the roof and two up in the tree. Must have been a drill. For practice, since it had been a few days.
I’m trying to get back to what I was thinking about when I lost the words. It’s this idea of the physical manifestation of the story. Sometimes it’s obvious. A raised shoulder that never seems to relax. The story might be that the person carries a heavy bag? To keep it from slipping off, the shoulder lifts. Now when there is no bag the shoulder stays lifted making an off kilter view.
That’s the simplest of ideas. What are you noticing?
The hissing of the radiator. someone with a shovel outside. A crow way up in a tree. The quiet morning.
Sometimes I notice that a person is very compressed in their musculature. Tight. Wound up. Then I’ll speak with them and notice that their mind is tense and shut down. Then I wonder, was there a physical trauma that led to an emotional response or visa versa? One feeds the other.
Anyway, what I’m saying or trying to say is that I have been more and more curious about these ideas and how they relate to the work I do. I’m just focused on the physical manifestation of the story. I don’t need to know the story. The question is, can I guide you through my observations to let go of the held response? I can see the raised shoulder. Together we can see how to let it rest.
Enough of all that. Stay curious.
Spinster Life 