Bracha the golden cat is lying on her side on my left; Mazal is posed like the Sphinx on Zalman's recliner next to us. It feels like they have settled nearby in order to say "Don't worry; we'll still be here."
The house itself is preparing for the imminent departure of Netanel for the East Coast, where he will be teaching for three months. I am filled with gratitude for his presence here for this time, for many reasons---
- first, the sheer quality of his being: deep, intelligent, soulful, honorable, chivalrous, artistic, feeling, passionate, considerate; and utterly trustworthy
- the presence of a trusted friend in the house: just knowing that someone else was down there, in that room, and it wasn't just me and the cats
- his kindness and willingness to help; and I needed help of all sorts
- the fact of another presence made it impossible for me to turn so far into myself that I could not have easily emerged
- and that this presence was someone who had also been dear to my Zalman, and whom he held dear as well
- not to speak of his generosity in setting up the blog on squarespace (Eve's Garden,) and teaching this old Luddit to use it (yikes)
- and his friendship and encouragement when I corralled my energies to do two concerts
With all good intent, I attended another Feldenkrais class this morning. It turned out to be a class of Ruthi Alon's work, "Bones for Life". Some of it involved a gentle bouncing of our heels on the floor, a kind of percussion that vibrated our bones against each other, and aligned them---except I left the studio with one footsole hurting. I expected it to get better, but it got worse. I finally made an appointment with my chiropractor, who found I had sprained a tendon on my footsole, and who taped me up and sent me home to take a lot of turmeric and bromelain as an anti-inflammatory; and, if that was insufficient, some Advil. I think I've gotten to the Advil stage, so I can sleep.
So I will go up now, and try to do that...Good night.