I could not sit any longer with myself, the bird inside had big wings today, it tried to unfold them and pressed hard against the inside of my ribs. So I poured a deep, deep bath, a pool would have been better – or warm salty sea. I suspect if I was doing body work along the lines of Arnold Mindell he would probably say I should have stayed with the sensation and observed it; as one would with meditation. But sometimes a little softness is needed.
And when the bird inside seems be a damn albatross a bath is a Good Idea.