My body, that is.
I had been directed to a personal trainer by the folks who are helping me maintain my brain. She is a young woman from Poland who somehow made her way to Naropa. She really is an excellent teacher and trainer, knowledgable, clear and precise. Today, for the first time, I feel those muscles which have been rousted out from retirement...they are cheering and groaning at the same time.
That might be emblematic of my state more generally.
Minute by minute I am still having to decide to what extent I am willing to be truly alive. (As I type those words, Mishka the cat snorfles in her sleep, curled beside the laptop.)
If anyone reading this will be anywhere near New Lebanon, NY, this weekend, speaking of "alive", a remarkable event will be held at The Abode of the Message: the Heartfire Festival. Check it out. (Hmm...something has changed and I can't seem to add the address below as a link. It is a link. You figure it out.)