Late night in a Paris hotel two weeks before the American election, 15 minutes into watching a recording on my laptop of a Michele Obama speech recorded in New Hampshire, my 80-year old mother resisting sleep in bed next to me says, “Have you ever been sexually abused?”
Read MoreMy legs are starting to remember what it means to support each other in partnership. I got a clear download in rehab today while focusing energy on the wounded knee as pivot point for the rest of the body.
Read MoreThe attachments are tight. So tight they locked the muscles in place and transported quads and hams into a state of amnesia. Memory coming back. Unsteady in the knee joint as muscle memory returns.
Read MoreI am learning how to become my own healer. I am learning to listen to my body. I have a strong need for analytical understanding and confirmation of what my body is sensing and trying to communicate.
Read MoreIn two days this week I tried six different healing modalities for my knee. Difficult to discern which input had which impact. I was full of energy at 10:30 pm when usually I’m sore and can barely move or keep my eyes open.
Read MoreWalking slowly like a robot. That’s how I am. A friend who is not on Facebook contacted me today because she hadn’t seen an update on my blog for a month. I was amazed that anyone noticed. I’ll start with a health update. It’s been 11 weeks since I tore my right meniscus. I decided about 10 weeks ago to not have surgery. I will post some articles below which support my decision. I’ve been actively doing physical therapy, and pursuing alternatives. My quads just starting working about a week ago.
Read MoreI had vivid dreams this morning that felt real and shook me awake. I felt myself being submerged underwater and then forcefully pulled. At first it was scary, and then it felt good. I realized that the person pulling me was a physical therapist and was yanking me toward healing.
Read MoreIn November of 2011 I attended my first 10-day silent meditation retreat at Spirit Rock. Waiting around in the dining hall for the others to check in, having a few last moments of random conversation. Advice was flowing from other more experienced meditators, things like, “you won’t make it to every session,” and “remember, there’s no meditation police.”
Read MoreFeeling stuck in many ways. Once upon a recent time I filled a small vessel with sacred tears, creating a medicinal concoction to be applied when stuck.
Read MoreDear San Francisco,
I realize I need to put some work into our struggling relationship. Darling gem by the Bay, you know I love you, but I’m having a hard time with the regular screaming sounds of the streets…
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