Wednesday

Wednesday. The midway point. One week almost done.

Like me in the middle of a circle of students all talking at once. I
hear all, but can only respond to one demand at a time. So, this is
what I do.

One thing at a time. My job wants me to do more. I don't resist,
but I don't bend.

In choir tonight (I like our new rehearsal night falling midweek --
it feels balanced, a day to rest half way to the day to rest), I must
bend and resist at once, feeling my body, my instrument support each
note, resisting falling out of vibration, yet this instrument must
bend to vibrate with each word, each note.

My knee hurts when bending, but, interestingly, feels best when
resisting. At rest, it tenses locks. In action, in yoga and
dancing, it comes to life, warms and melts into itself. I am perplexed.

I am not used to such things in my body, craving constant action and
activity.

Just as my mind and soul crave stillness, which I also am not getting
time for with work.

I tried to meditate in a hot bath, hoping to heal both. The knee
responded but my mind would not follow as the heat rose up to my
face, leaving me parched and sleepy.

Odd, how work limits the activity of my body and the inactivity of my
mind.