I knew when I signed up for this somatic practitioner certification course that the timing wasn’t going to be great. The assignments are due by November 20thish, including a 1-page book summary, 2-3 sentences about each of the 30ish exercises we are supposed to practice on ourselves, 7 graphing/writing exercises about stresses and coping strategies, and four online sessions with a stranger and fellow student.

For two of the lessons you are the practitioner, and for the other two you are the practice client. We had our first two lessons yesterday. I’m with a woman from New York City who used to be an actress and model. So that was pretty interesting. Now that we’ve each done our assessments, we have to come up with a somatic care plan that is tailored to the individual who has real life pains, aspirations, and anxieties.

My son and I Facetimed Ethan and Laura this evening. We talked about the World Series and casually talked/visited for a half hour. Dad was at his school meeting. The bigger kids went to Grandma’s house after school and hung out there until it was time for youth group in Auburn. I still made two tator tot casseroles because there would still be three of us eating and the rest could still be used for leftovers and lunches.