Tried holding wrist tightly from beneath so as to use it as fulcrum-like constant. At the same time tipping the head towards right shoulder and moving it as a unit so the fingers would be there when needed. One day wonder. No longer possible to play even Bach chorale securely. Parts were unbalanced, progression from note to note insecure.
Nothing prevents the gradual deterioration of image.
There's no such thing as 'going too slow' in a moment like that. She was in the dream I had last night, Jessie. She was sitting in the window chair at Uptergrove watching a bird at the feeder. The Performer moves to comfort the Perfectionist. I believe that all the spiritual energy that has ever been is with us now, radiant and invisible.