Yoga

I have a gig tomorrow, and much of last week was taken up preparing for it. It is a low-level affair but nonetheless important in its way, as we are debuting new material and it’s a first proper outing for the Caliph of Maidenhead, in front of what she can truly call her peers, i.e. young talented musicians.

I have been very careful to maintain my healthy attitude over the past three weeks. I am having a yoga lesson today. K is coming over at lunchtime with her mats and bendy routines. I have a large enough room here, if I shift some of my music gear out of the way. I am slightly worried though because I have developed a nasty pain in my left side, just at the bottom of the ribcage around the back. Every so often I get a sharp ping there, like a trapped nerve. My inclination is to assume it is kidney cancer (or something foul and life-threatening) but it is probably inter-costal strain, a self-induced complaint from standing up and playing a heavy bass guitar held up by a too narrow strap.

I notice that when my mind focusses on a particular painful area of my body, pains elsewhere seem to diminish.

I firmly believe that wellness is within me, like a long-lost twin brother, requiring a genuine invitation, and perhaps the airfare, to show up. Will I love him when he comes, or resent his perfecting presence?