Written by Peter Robinson
I stand. Straighten my body. I feel the spot at the top of my head that tingles, that feels different. I imagine the string we so often talk about, gently lifting from it. My neck grows longer, stretches. I feel the spaces between my spine extend and expand. Tiny muscles let go, and my neck aligns, this same process moving down my back. Sometimes, I hear the click-click-click of vertebrae popping into place. It’s taken me a long time to get to the point where just by intent, I can make things move like this.