You are not designed to spend a good part of your day looking down at your tummy.

And yet, I met a man who did mostly that.

I was working backstage at a theatre in London in the late 70s - yes, THAT long ago - when I met him: his posture was so rounded that he looked like his head was consuming his body for breakfast.

When I told him I was in London to do the 3-year training as an Alexscovery Teacher, he got curious.

"3 years?" he remarked in a strong Cornish accent. "Maybe you can help with my stomach?"

"What's wrong with it?"

My 18yo daughter graduates from school tomorrow.

Angelica stays late at school tonight - preparing pranks for us staid old baby-boomers who amble up in the morning.

How will they prank us?

By disrupting our habitual experience.

The world is full of disrupters. Every generation thinks theirs is the worst.

Back at the start of the 19th century, a train was a concept. When real trains showed up - slowly - it was a shocking. It revolutionized life. Suddenly - fruit could travel from one end of England to the other.

In a day!

Don’t you love dogs?

I do. Because they love you. That’s all they do.

When you’re angry, they look sad.

When you’re happy, they wag their tail.

When you shout at them, they look worried.

They are waiting for you to love them again. And you can’t help it. You love them back. Their honest emotion and devotion, overcomes all resistance in your heart. You smile, melt before this all powerful channeler of love and say:

“Come here boy!”

and you get wet-licked all over your face.

What if a person was like that?

I am no neuroscientist, just an avid reader of the latest pop-book on how the brain works. Working through Override by Caroline Willams this week.

I love these brain books; I adore them because they reflect me to me.

My latest fascination is with the bed nucleus of the stria terminalis, or BNST for short. I am partnering with that little beauty every day now.

Have you ever noticed - just when a student is starting to do best - they decide to leave?

Saying things like:

“Got so much to work on now, so grateful.”

Or

“I am feeling overwhelmed; I need time to digest.”

Or

“It’s getting hard to find time – I think I need a little break. I’ll be back.”

It’s crap. It’s the conscious mind being duped by the mammal inside.

Suddenly my phone is screaming at me…

(Who is calling at this late hour!?)

"Hallo, BodyChance Studio.

I'm sorry, but now we are close—"

"Please can you help me!?"

(I think: shouldn't we at least do names first?)

"Who is this speaking?"

"Oh I'm sorry, my name is Harry."

(I guess he needs to have this conversation now…)

"What's the problem Harry?"

"I am in a lot of pain. I can't stand it."