....came the Costco Magazine, featuring an illustrated article on myofascial release strategies, including the deep tissue work which has been so helpful in my recovery. As we age we tend to dessicate, inside and out. As our fascia dry out, they become adhesive, clinging to the tissues around them. Separating them from others and themselves is something we should all be thinking about, because we are never too young to take prophylactic measures.
I took that information with me to meditation several weeks ago. I sat on the floor, legs extended, arms by my ankles as I leaned up and over my fourth and third quadrants (lower abs to pelvic floor), sinking into the pose, just as Costco advised. After 15 minutes of clearing my mind and not judging the thoughts which entered and left, my forehead was closer to my kneecaps than it ever had been before. My fingers were well beyond my heels, and my spine had no knots or kinks.
It took me a while to regain an erect spine, and even longer to stand up and rejoin the group on my chair. But it felt great to be so much taller..... a sentence which started out to read It was great to feel so much taller but which is truer as first presented.
...came a letter from Robert S Mueller, III. He apologized for taking so long to respond to my letter as he retired from the FBI. He sent his thoughts to my family and said a thing or two about "the circumstances of that tragedy" and I smiled.
It's not often that remembering January 8, 2011 makes me smile, but thoughts of former Director Mueller always do. He was a kind and gentle presence in a sharp and painful process, He knew all of our names and our stories and he held my hand ... not shaking it, but holding it, as he apologized for the fact that this had happened on his watch.
There was not a doubt in anyone's mind that he truly cared. How often do you get to say that? Can you see why thinking about him makes me smile?
And then, of course, there was the stationary itself. A half sheet embossed with his name alone in a serif font, in big and small capital letters, in black at the top of the short end. The watermark is straight down the center of the almost-but-not-quite-too-thick paper. It made my smile even wider.
....came a thank you note from a good friend. She lives here in town. We email and text and phone all the time. Yet, she took the time to use a pink, deckle edged, folded over note card (yes, I do love stationary) upon which she penned words of gratitude and friendship.
Some old habits, ingrained since childhood, die hard. This is one I am glad is showing staying power.
.... came an AARP card. Actually, it was two cards, one for me and one for my spouse. My spouse has been ignoring these requests for two years longer than I have been, following his lead since the gesture matched my own desires.
But this week he looked at the shiny red surfaces of the plastic rectangles and thought aloud that, maybe, we should sign up. He said they were the only people who advertise anything about Medicare Supplemental insurance plans.
I bit my tongue. Medicare is his issue first and I am leaving it in his court. I don't understand it and I don't want to undertake the investigation. Therefore, I didn't mention the stack of ads accumulating in his Medicare file folder. He'll get to it when he gets to it.
Meanwhile, I am frowning over joining an old people's club.