This morning I wrote a new kind of dialogue, one that my creativity coach suggested yesterday. It's a dialogue with the self who's already on my true path. This came up because I'd told my coach that for a long time I've had the sense that I'm living a life that's sort of parallel with my true path, but not on it.
After I wrote the dialogue, I knew at once that the next thing to do was to do some bodywork with a tape that a student gave me when I taught a small class in "finding your own way with iron" at the Folk School. The tape is called "Honoring Your Belly." It took a while to extricate the floor mat in the Nest (the tiny clean studio) but I got set. While the tape was rewinding I did some stretching to Pachibel's Canon. I found that I was tight and sore all over.
The "Honoring Your Belly" tape was wonderful. I had forgotten how to do some of the more complicated movements, and was too tight to do them anyway. But I could feel an enormous difference in my breathing. I was letting myself feel how much I'd been pushing myself - how tired I was.
Later I went for a slow walk down the ridge to the big stream. I was letting myself "waste time."
 I came suddenly upon a flame azalea. There's hope.
5:35:58 PM 
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