I had my second swim lessons yesterday. He taught me how to kick my legs in the Breast stroke (like a frog). I also went out to the margins of the deep end to try Treading water without the belt. The instructor is pleased with my progress in the past week. I like how I feel after swimming.
My W and I practiced our routines last night. I keep trying to incorporate what the teacher recommends. The focus this past week has been on being more expressive with the hands. I'm supposted to keep flexing my hands to improve flexibility. I keep stretching myself to be more expressive--to match my body with how I feel inside.
A poetry author I'm reading talks about poetry as "bringing the strangeness in our lives home." I appreciate that perspective, as I try to make sense of the strangeness I've experienced since I've been on these boards.
I let my W percolate her travel ideas. I understand her restlessness. She's now talking about Peru in the winter. I think as long as I keep her busy, she'll be fine. She and I took the dog for a walk in the county park, and had a good time.
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CL 53 W 54 M 20 yrs. 03'-09' Separation + Old Patterns + GAL 10-14' Piecing
"The Master allows things to happen. She shapes events as they come."
