In the small triumph department: last week I did one sit-up at exercise class without ankle weights holding my legs down -- but then I lost touch with my core again and had to put the weights on.
Two classes a week is just barely enough, but all I feel I can do. By the time the 4-5 day hiatus goes by, sometimes my back and joints feel like they're creeping back into twisted habits.
It's a long process, this getting in touch with one's body - this seeking of a consistent mind-body connection. I am still a babe in the woods, but beginning to learn.
The mental core is definitely still on its roller coaster, but the writing job is becoming a steady thing, and gives me a nice framework for meaningful employment, without taking over too much of the rest of my life. Another long process. Lifetime process.
Rachel Field and her life story -- barely happening. She is in my mind a lot, and I haven't lost conviction. But I can't seem to make writing her book a priority.
This blog is my favorite writing. Although there is a brief thrill of excitement when I get a spike in readership - usually due to my cousin citing me on his TigerHawk blog - I am happier with my steady readership of a few.
The hundreds of hits on my naked parties post didn't impress with their thoughtful interest.