Stone in My Bones III

I’ve been thinking about my piece of stone lately. About its size and quality.

This is the result of some concentrated work I did over the weekend with a SPECTACULAR group of women. My insides have been shifted and my sense of self is definitely on the move.

Over the last 12 months or so I have allowed unprecedented access to my body. And over the last 12 months my body has started to signal all kinds of horrific distress. Pain is my constant companion now and the joyful gains of the past are now rare moments resulting from careful risk assessment.

I’m now returning to the same way of intimate functioning that was my instinct in the past. I pitch. I self-assess before I catch.

Do I Top because I am Stoney?
Will the hard won gains of the recent past calcify?
With my interior still shifting, what will future interactions be like?