Rabbit Altar by Marcy
In the world of traditional dance, I am "old." That is, of course, why I have nothing to do with "traditional" dance, but rather choose to forge my own path. I am not "old," by any stretch of the imagination, and if you saw how I could stretch, it wouldn't matter your age -- you'd be impressed.
I am more flexible and a lot stronger than I was at 16, when I was strong and flexible by anyone's measurements.
The biggest difference now is that I know I have to take care of this body, that I have to treat her well, that I have to be smarter than I was at 16 when injury seemed like a badge of honor.
I want to be doing what I am doing until my last days.
Marcy wouldn't let me help shovel the driveway a week or so ago, because, as she said, my body is my instrument, my art medium, and I must treat her with the respect due to any piano or easel and then some.
But then a storm hit and Marcy was at work and she was not going to be able to get the car anywhere near our driveway.
And this made me really take extra care for the rest of the day, including instituting a new nighttime routine.
The next day, I felt fantastic. Actually? I felt the best I had felt since my workshop, when I was completely pain free for an entire week.
I tend to suffer from some back issues (due to some spinal stuff), but the MORE I move, the better I feel. I tend not to move nearly enough if I am at home. So workshops are when I feel best.
What I did only took about ten minutes and I did it at the foot of our bed on the floor.
First, I noodled.
Then I used these.
That was it. Ten minutes of some deep muscle release brought about with a couple of simple tools and some deep breathing.
Of course, I think these simple tools are more likely to work if you are also doing some sort of daily something -- like yoga or walking or dancing or whatever it is that makes you feel happy and sweaty at the same time.