Contemplative Jenn is longing, forcefully
I learned something about myself last night. I can bend from my waist with my legs straight and place my palms flat on the floor (something no one in my family can do, even my children). I can also do a belt-high front kick, four in a row actually, with force and precision without falling over. For the athletes among us, this may not seem like much, but all day long I have walked around with an extra bit of pride, empowerment, demonstrating these skills to myself in my office, on the way down the hall to the restroom. My body has ability after all, and strength, flexibility. Maybe it always did, I just never knew it. This is a great place to start. My foray into martial arts has already begun to change my sense of my capacity. It has bridged the disconnect between my physical and intellectual selves, and bolstered my sense of power in integrating two previously disparate halves of a larger, greater whole.







