Waking up is the best!

I’ve always loved the early morning, and I’ve always liked writing in the morning, so now the blog just gives me a place to do what I already have long enjoyed. Lately, I just feel like I wake, exploding with a sense of gratitude for actually waking up. When you have brain surgery, and they talk you through the process of the surgery, and all of the lines they put in your body “just in case” which is how they describe it to you (meaning, they are tactfully but clearly that they all hope the surgery will go the best possible way, but, from a prepping perspective, they assume the worst, so they get every line in place that they might need, in case it doesn’t go as planned. Now, there’s something about hearing this explanation from a really wonderful and compassionate group but who also could appreciate my own need for no sugar coating that has really stayed with me, even post surgery. It really sunk in, in spite of the anesthesia and all the drugs.

I’m not one that shies away from living with a clear understanding of the possibility of dying — That’s actually been a part of having epilepsy since I first learned of “sudden epilepsy onset death syndrome.” I also do work, that I love, in which mortality is never very far away.

However, on this early Wednesday morning, I’m just wide awake and feeling so thankful for being alive, having a brain that can register the very early beginnings of the sun coming up, that can feel the anticipation in my body of dancing with friends today (both taking a class with Mary Trotter and teaching, later on today) . . . . It’s got me doing a little “jiggle of joy” just thinking about all of it (my Mom would tell you that I’ve always done the little jiggle of joy when I get excited about something).

And now, lets I get too esoteric, my spiritual mentor, Senor the Cat, is bringing me right back to the important things — like that I need to stop writing, because he needs outside, in order to commune with the beauty of the early day.

Enjoy your day, whatever it holds instore!

How Fun Was That?

I believe that I am, perhaps, the most fortunate person that ever got to occupy a body. I got the studio yesterday and there were a whole group of students/friends who came to dance, for my first time back teaching. It wasn’t perfect — right and left are still kind of elusive to me, and then it gets more confusing when teaching and doing “mirroring” when I’m doing things on the left side, but it’s right side for the students . . . and it’s even more confusing, because in Nia, the teacher doesn’t do mirroring, only in yoga. So, you can only imagine the patience of this wonderful group as they hung in there with me, trying to understand what I wanted them to do! And then, there are the words that sometimes just won’t come at all. Like yesterday, I was trying to find the word “swim.” I could find the movement I was looking for, but it was a bit like a group game of charades as they had to come up with the word that described the movement. The bottom line for me was that it was very therapeutic to teach — I can’t tell all of you how much it meant to me just to have you there. It also made me think again about having “A village” to make it through almost anything significant, and I feel surrounded by the love of my village. So thanks for the therapeutic dance yesterday. I’m already excited about the next opportunity!

Continuing to try and understand time, and not annoy my family or my cats

I continue to have an interesting relationship with time. Like I spend time thinking about what is a “socially acceptable” time to go to sleep or, maybe more important to function as a member of a family unite, to get up in the morning. So I wake up, stare at the clock for a long time in order to understand what time it actually is, and decide if I’m okay to get up or not. Now, you have to understand that my mom has a long tendency of getting up long before any normal human being would consider getting up, so, if I keep up these early morning wake ups, I’m sure Jonathan will probably just ship me to the farm and park me with mom. I’m not sure if she will be up for the 5 a.m. dance sessions — she prefers to listen to the early morning news on the BBC.

I got excited this morning because I heard Jake get up, which meant that I was in the right range for socially acceptable times to get up (because Jake, in general, is more aware of being socially acceptable than either myself or Jonathan). So, I was feeling pretty pleased with myself. But it is funny, I continue to looking at the time and clock and try and really connect what they say to the moment I’m in.

For example, I just realized that the time on my computer was still set to East Coast time, and so I was using that to come up with the “socially acceptable” time to go to bed and get up, not knowing that I was only being socially acceptable in a locale where I happen not to be, at the moment. The bottom line of all of this is that the whole business of time is still really seems kind of arbitrary. It seems worth it to go with it so that I can be on the same “page” with others I love . . . I just wonder when it will feel “real” again?’
It will be interesting to teach this afternoon and see if I can understand the need for the class to end. Right now, my general approach toward dancing seems to be that you should just keep it up for as long as possible, because it’s really fun and it’s what the body is made to do anyway, so why stop? Those of you who come to this class can feel free to gently remind me that it is socially acceptable for classes to end and let people go home, no matter how excited your teacher is to move again!

Peak moment this morning

Well, it happened at 5:00 a.m., when I got out of bed and realized that I had 2 of my favorite Nia routines fully ready to dance in my brain. Got so excited that I got right out of bed and danced through both of them (the cats were irritated because they weren’t ready to be awake yet). It’s so amazing to realize how much memory resides in the physical body. And then to listen to the music and realize the entire dance is right there, ready to go! This business of having a body is really pretty awesome, when it comes right down to it!

Home, once again, with my priorities in tact

We made it home, which turned out to be a pretty exhausting process of travelling across the country. It is kind of amazing that you can have brain surgery and then they let you fly, so quickly, afterwards. My beloved doctor has a nice little image of, when they do the surgery, they let some air into your brain, so your head is like a soda bottle with a bit of extra air that makes it go “poof” with the pressure changes. It’s weird, because I could actually feel the pressure changes, including it turns out that, just thinking about moving, standing up, anticipating doing something, the brain starts to do its magic and little changes in the pressure of the brain begin to happen. Those of you who know me can only imagine how fascinated I am by this entire process as it unfolds in my own brain – I may never need any form of television again, just my own weird brain doing its thing and watching it, in real time. It is such a strange window into something that is really a miracle – that our brains do this for us all the time, and we don’t even notice it.

On a practical note, the cats seem thrilled that I still remember that feeding them the moment I wake up is the most important job I have in my life. Our cat, Senor, seems pleased that I remember that giving him a little bit of turkey from the fridge is the most evolved human action my new “designer brain” could possibly display. I guess if your cats are satisfied with the work of the neurosurgery team, they’ve done a pretty good job of it.

And fortunately, one of the cats realized that her job, last night, was to just sit in my lap and purr, so they are holding up their end of the deal a bit – at least as much as cats are able to focus in on such things.