Now that my body has been reminded my hip is the issue, not my knee, it is responding accordingly. A day ago, my hip was only occasionally a bit uncomfortable, my knee always was. Now that I learned my knee is not really the problem here, the hip has stepped up to the plate, so to speak. It hurts! And that’s a good thing, I guess, at least appropriate. I am blown away by this clear response of my body to the power of my intelligence. Once I identified with my body, it was such a reliable source of pleasure and prestige; Now my body is a kind of constant companion. I observe it, care for it, remind myself to love it as long as it is in my custody. Today is Saturday, I’ll blend up a special breakfast to funnel nutrition into it. I’ll take it to receive a pedicure at Fairfax Nails since right now I can’t reach my toes myself. It’s going to be a good day after a questionable night dreaming about letting go of the same house I always see in my dreams, a composite of the dream house I left behind with my marriage in Piedmont and the cabin I lived in for 35 years with Larry. It seems I am always letting go of this house in my dreams. Now I live in a rented apartment for which I am thankful every day.