Core check-in

sunrise 5:59

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.