This morning as I said to Benoît that I was feeling a sudden lack of confidence in my ability to dance, I felt the sudden prick of tears in my eyes. Tears of fear and loss. If the new sensation of dancing as if in the arms of your beloved is not to be trusted, how to know where to dance from?
Benoît suggested that old tools had their place if there was alignment.
David said last night, sometimes you think you are giving when really you are asking.
I want my fluid self to be part of a great river, not a mushy puddle.