I have been vaxxed. I have returned to yoga class. For me, this is a recovery of part of me that (to borrow a term from Margaret Atwood’s Maddaddam trilogy Gardeners) was in a fallow state. The connection between my mind and my body… and yes, I lean Cartesian in my phenomenological experience… is a crucial piece of my sense of self. My body has been gradually drifting away from me. Like a paper boat on a pond. Age is involved, but far more than age is involved, what has happened is that I am not in-volved. I have stopped turning within this material self in a way that teaches me it. I need yoga, I need ballet, I need mindful walks, I need time each day to calibrate my somatic being with the part of me that feels it exists from head-up and wrist-down. I want to continue to choreograph my life. To write its movement.