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Double Day--RSP and Trager session. Both were very good--came away from both feeling in a state of health. In the RSB session, I felt like I was hitting with my whole being--I didn't feel like I was fading with each blow but that I was getting stronger. The same goes for the Trager work--the more she worked on my muscles the stronger they felt.

She also worked on both of my feet--and released a bunch of tension, tightness, and kinks in both feet. It was exactly what I needed--she zoned in on it and refreshed both tremendously.

All in all, it was a really good day--I even grabbed a short nap between activities. Tomorrow there is just the EDH dance class--which happens later in the day so I can sleep in.

MD just told me story about how she wrote a letter to her mother-in-law--encouraging her to go to the doctor and get a reading on whether or not she had melanoma. The mother-in-law had been refusing to get checked--but she finally did get checked and discovered she did have the disease. She probably got a few years of extra life--once she had the illness treated. MD broke out crying as she told me the story--she had helped someone live a few years longer because of the letter she had written.

MD has a specific way in which she recalls events--and talks about them. First there is the triggering event or comment--which sets the story in motion. The narration then takes place--and it is always word-for-word the same. It seldom varies or changes--it is like a recording but it's done in a way that does not seem to be rote. There never seems to be any hint that the story has been told before--that it is a replication of a previous narration.

There is also a sense that her story line has been taken over by the narration--that the process is not interactive. The key narrator is there to identify the trigger and launch the associated story--chopping off any vestige of the trigger since it's not part of the actual story. Strange and complicated--and then there's the dishes. MD has a compulsion to keep some form of order in the kitchen area--which leads her to continuously futz with things no matter what else is happening. She doesn't appear to enjoy the self-imposed tasks--feels more like a set of "I gotcha's" designed to make a point for others to notice.

This observation was developed while listening to story replications--triggered over dinner between bites.