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The T12 thing seems to be resolved. Had a few moments of intuition which directed me to: 1) cancel yesterday’s appointment with Disco Doc, 2) book an appointment with Candice the Massage Therapist (aka Thumbs of Steel), and 3) resume the backbends at the beginning of second series.

Work has been a blur of 7 AM meetings and presentations this week. Been getting up really early so I can practice beforehand. It occurs to me that the act of getting up really early to practice may be a kind of penance for the fact that the practices have been crim?

Anyhow, this morning, the weird spot in my back seems to be healed. No pain at all, and it doesn’t feel out of alignment any more. (The alignment thing was not my imagination: The Cop patted my back from some reason last week and said, “Hey, is this the thing you’ve been talking about?” when he touched the unaligned part of the spine.)

Perhaps the awareness work of the Anusara class helped?

Does this mean we can heal ourselves with awareness? Who’da thought? (Note: may have political, as well as physical, applications…)

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One of the most efficacious healing moments came in the parking lot of Petsmart on Wednesday evening. I wanted to get a new crate for Tyler, who outgrew (in three weeks) the one that looked so big to me and The Cop when we bought it.

Every morning, I am awakened at 3:30 AM by the sound of Tyler scratching himself. He is a super itchy puppy. We are trying to solve for the skin issue, but there was also the added sound effect of him banging up against the walls of his small crate as he scratched. An extraordinarily annoying alarm clock. So Wednesday after work, I went to the pet store to get a bigger crate.

I picked out the crate, which is huge, even collapsed in its box, and wrestled it into a shopping cart and made my way to the cashier. Then I rolled the cart with the box precariously perched atop it over a number of parking lot speed bumps and to my car.

Which is, I remembered as I got back to it, a lifted Jeep Wrangler. Lifted by The Cop, who is tall. To a satisfying Cop height.

It took a good while, a number of tries, and a few aborted car/box configurations to stuff the huge box into the tiny interior of the very tall Jeep. While dressed in a suit. With low blood sugar before dinner.

A bad situation all around.

But I triumphed. First, though, I tweaked my lower back a bit. Which would have freaked me out except I was feeling so determined, and also because my current list of injuries felt so long that throwing another issue into the mix wasn’t that big a deal.

Right piriformis. T12. Right wrist. And now I’ve tweaked the right sacrum… Hey wait a minute, there’s a pattern here. I am all messed up down one side.

I am highly aware, what with all the practicing, that my right and left sides are very different. I twist to the left FAR more easily than to the right. My left hip is FAR more open than the right. Ditto the left shoulder. Etc. Etc. Etc. As a result of all of the adjustments I’ve been having, I think the whole chain of weaknesses kind of ripped open. Like the kind of climbing accident called a “zipper” — A fall where the protection pulls out one after the other as the leader succumbs to gravity. Often ends with a grounder (or a cardiac arrest) .

Or a cardiac arrest… Climbers are funny.

So yeah, I thought: Great. I have a zipper effect happening down my right side.

And I got into my Jeep and drove home.

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Cut to this morning.

The T12 feels… well, it feels normal.

Practice today is Primary. Thus ends Crim Week.