Stretching and Typing

I'm learning to stretch in the new space... learning to touch the edges and leave a mark, learning to stretch out where all I can reach is air.  About three weeks ago, in the middle of making a donation, my laptop decided to die, and then the hurricane came to delay receiving the new one I had chosen, and so I have spent the past few weeks limited to electronic words one letter at a time.  Have I ever been so glad to be able to touch-type my brain onto a screen again??  New laptop is under my fingertips now and I feel a release, a gratefulness, for wordspeed and impermanence.  Meanwhile, I needed other ways to communicate, to express emotion, to discover and understand what was going on inside, to move through.  And so I began stretching, and I turned to music as my guide... and as the music played, I responded... through my body, through voice, through words, through color and shape.  Markers in hand began turning my bedroom walls into a visual journal, and as my body and being inhabited the space created by that music in this moment, truly became present and responsive, I became able to let go of CD after CD, knowing they had been listened to fully and were no longer needed in my life.  I pare down, trying to find the essence of the music I do still need.  Trying to feel into what has yet to be said.  Trying to feel what speaks to me as prayer.