Forgetful

Yesterday my husband and I were driving around together, running various errands. I mentioned a couple of times that I needed to go to the bank. I had a few checks in my wallet that needed to be deposited.

This afternoon when we were out again, I realized that I hadn't gone to the bank. At that moment, I didn't know if I forgot to go to the bank, or if I went to the bank and forgot that I had gone. I looked in my wallet for the checks and felt relieved to find them there. It somehow seemed worse for me to forget that I had gone to the bank, worse than forgetting to go. This seems like a new level of forgetfulness.

The good news is that I remember what a bank is, where my bank is, and how to deposit a check.

Breathe move dance into summer 2010

The summer people are arriving and my classes are growing. I'm curious about workshops and private sessions I will offer this summer, some new forms of my ideas and services. The Nia organization is rebirthing itself after the departure of Carlos, and I've been invited to participate in the Next Generation Trainer training program this summer in Portland. I would also be able to see my beautiful 10-year-old greatniece Madi at the same time. It's very tempting. I'm not resisting the idea, but also haven't embraced it yet. At the very least, it's a chance to hang out with some of the best Nia teachers, share their energy, learn from them, enlist them in my network.