My computer at work now has a little timer where I can set it for 45 minutes and then it’s time to take a break, legs up the wall, walk round the building, stretch, or close my eyes listening to some music. It’s important when sitting all day.
The sitting quietly has continued, but not twice every day and not at all today. That’s okay, anyway.
Acupuncture yesterday. Second session with Tamara in Petersfield in the Centre above the health food shop (the Bran Tub; very good). I was in bliss after the back needles, when she had them in my arms, feeling so good I could cry. I focused and made it out of there and back to work. I feel centred, rested, sharp in mind and my eyes are less sore. Let me see if there are any eye floaters… Yep they are still there… but there’s hope yet. It’s only two sessions. I am laying off the yoga for a time, sort of so I can see what the acupuncture is doing on its own, sort of ’cause I’m being lazy.
I have been listening to Glen Gould playing Bach. Generally I am very impressed and touched, but only if it’s just the piano. I am not so fond of the strings. They remind me of wigs and fancy gardens. Fancy gardens alone are fine. No wigs.
A fancy garden, without wigs. Hinton Ampner.
For dialogue, we split into small groups; much more my scene. I was with Ann, Maya, Amanda, Ursula, Colin, Dave, Yannick, Fazilla and Anu. We talked
about expectations at Brockwood, what was expected of us, how we handle that. I was generally intelligently amusing, and questioning what people meant. I still find being in groups awkward and weird, but I am able to relax more these days.