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I’m caught between writing these notes and continuing with my preface or whatever for James, which is coming along great; but guess this is more important right now. Earlier, AM, my eyes were very full. Moisture-laden; then during the day those odd feelings in my head, mostly right side, continue. Once head felt very full on that side, then the moisture felt as if it were flowing downward; pooling in ear maybe, then down neck—all right side; then as I continue to write and try not to concentrate on all this—a feeling in right leg below knee of blockage for a moment; uncomfortable; I massage it just for a minute; the feeling of moisture then goes into right foot. I work more. Get up—and a note here on my reactions. Go to john, noticing the feeling of ... moisture or easiness is now in both legs so I feel I’m moving all together more; go to fix coffee, hoping I can get out of kitchen before laundry boy arrives; do dishes, and the kid comes. I want to get out of the kitchen—it’s too late; I feel humiliated, having someone see me standing so poorly. Rob sticks his head in doorway, says money is “there”; he’s busy, difficult for me to turn to see where “There” is; he has to say “on cabinet.” Kid tries door; it’s locked; I don’t think I can unlock it and get out of his way quickly enough without asking him to wait for me to move, feel humiliated again, know Rob is busy with the book and why can’t I handle it? By now, Rob lets the boy in. I feel he’s irritated, but I tell myself I chose that condition with its resulting humiliations in the past and now I am choosing to be responsive; to be more alive; and those incidences will soon BE past. Go back to work; then—suddenly move my right foot and it moves up and down quite a bit more—and feel easier and... like that moisture turns to motion. The entire back of the left leg feels that way too, and as I write, it gets even easier. (This includes under knee.)

[...] Maybe as if they’ve held some kind of moisture in thickened form, that should have gone through the body. [...]

divine moisture in the universe

[...] She was most uncomfortable sitting in the pool of moisture yesterday, and couldn’t keep that up since she spends so much time sitting—to begin with. [...]

[...] As unfortunate as a drought might seem, it is in its way responsible for the balanced proportion of moisture of the entire planet’s surface. [...]

The moisture is protection (as we surmised). [...]

[...] To some extent the changing pressure accounts for the eyes’ protuberance, so that they have plenty of moisture and do not become dry as the eye muscles and other portions of the eyes exercise their new activity.

(Jane said her eyes were feeling much better, although “full of moisture,” and that the copying work she did on James, following Seth’s suggestions in the last session, went well. [...]

(The car operated well the day after the garage repaired it, saying the trouble was moisture in the distributor. [...]

[...] It was another dark day, and the air was full of moisture. [...]

[...] When you hold a grudge, you are like some angry, little black cloud that says: I will hold onto this moisture, and I will never let it go!” But clouds have better sense, and so easily they empty their contents and the rain refreshes the land. [...]