A deep, deep sleep and a vivid dream of my workplace with supportive gifts of chocolate on everyone’s desk made for a nice rest. It had been a good night. The morning involved a beautiful sit-down session on Maggie’s bed, hanging out and talking. Suddenly I noticed her alarm clock was unplugged. Why? “You told us to unplug everything we weren’t using…” <smil
e> Oh, my precious girl. Thank you for you.
My Do One Thing for today was a little too big for success (clean out the entire garage), so I narrowed my focus and worked on going through my Montessori items. I have a sand tray now for future private practice, thus I began the heart-breaking task of sorting through my sound box items and all the Montessori jobs and cards I’d created and divided them up; keep for therapy sessions, keep for possible future Montessori teaching, and donate to CMP. I had spent countless hours working on these; a year for school, a year interning and so much time looking for/making everything. Still, I do not want all this stuff just setting there, not being used.
I also went through all the framed pictures: I have many from La Bodega, Pancho Villa and many scenes from his expeditions and the framed drawings of Zürich hundreds of years ago. Plus I have many vintage original performance posters from ballets in New York City that my father managed to purchase. Not quite sure what to do with these things, but I must keep them. Mags got busy melting candles so we could make fire starters for camping. After several hours, I called it a day as the accumulation of all these items have taken years…they shan’t be sorted in a short bit of time.
So, this Kegel exercise. These and hip raises are the best way, according to my PT therapist, for me to strengthen my muscles to support my spine. For a while, I was prou
d as my pelvic sponge-pit had actually become a pelvic floor muscle once again. Yet, I have very obviously have been slacking with these as my once super-urinary-control-skillz are now more like water through a sieve. Oh the shame….
Mags and I had fun finishing up our LoR marathon and henna-ing each other. It was a much better day for me today as I felt the love from so many. That’s what it’s like when I experience these descents of depression..it simmers for a period of time under surface, slowly makes its appearance then hides again until it’s ready to come back. After almost 30 years, I’ve learned these cycles, to appreciate the good and not to put much trust in the not-so-good, for it shall pass.
Pictures: From Montessori to therapy; My girl. #lovehersomuch
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