I reblog this piece, by Injeanious, on Gogwit’s Blog because I enjoyed reading it and I was intrigued by it.
So many threads and so many layers.
Our lives are like baskets woven from sticks rooted in our many experiences; some touch directly, some tangentially and others connect but tenuously. All contribute to the integrity of the basket.
Perhaps we could all bear closer analysis of our motivations.
Or, perhaps not.
It’s Saturday morning. Sajeda and I are lying on our backs in the front room. I’m demonstrating some simple exercises to strengthen her core. These had been given to me by my trusty physiotherapist just four weeks ago, when my back was so sore I could hardly move. I’m sharing them with Sajeda this morning – hoping that by modelling the process with her it will help. So I’m demonstrating the leg slide and trying to explain the importance of tightening up her core muscles as I’m doing it. So to explain further I kneel up beside her and feel her either side of her pelvis, deep into her muscle. This isn’t too easy because Sajeda is rather on the large side. Small and round. I explain that she has to tighten her muscles and keep feeling until she does this. Good, I praise her – she smiles. I place…
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