Neuroplasticity November 2025

the sister- and brother-hood of the great mind mush

audios and notes

Audio

Here’s the script, short version!

This lesson was very talky. I was satisfied with that (though I won’t do this often). But I wouldn’t imagine necessarily listening to it again; at that point I would just want the moves and not the talkiness. So here is a brief sketch of the moves. Let me know whether it is useful to you. (I won’t do this often, either!)

Good Vibration (or let’s come up with a better name!

“Listen with your bones” isn’t just a good metaphor. It is an actual real thing. I’ll post about the specific in-bone nerves responsibly, later. Nice to listen with the bones pictured below!

Notes

Oh so many tangents!

The tangents are appropriate, because there are a lotta them in a tensegrity structure. Today, with vibration, we played with our auditory processor, which is much more about navigating a tensegrity world from many points of view than it is about a linear conquest of a load-bearing structure.

Here are some links Diana came up with:

  • Yes, nice relationship with finding the L and R of the vibration here!

  • The legos. Yes, of course, you don’t need elastic!

Here’s my favorite blind mountain biker video—not just sound but vibration, eh?

And the blind and extraordinarily musical deaf Evelyn Glinnie

Here’s the music!

I feel as though there was more….Oh, Dave’s maybe-documentary and here’s a poem from Barbara. (Love the community learning.) “Vibrating against the chafe.”

River Otters

Their bodies aren’t just in the water;
They are the water.
Here, in the almost dark,
The water, a body, ripples
With the wet slick heat
Of them. At the edge of the pond,
I stand still, quiet, breathless, captivated,
A trembling body of water, of wonder.

I hold tight to the dogs’ collars,
The hair on their necks bristled,
Their bodies alert as stone,
The heat of them vibrating against the chafe
Of my fingers, a low rumble,
A tiny earthquake, a whole body growl,
A ripple, a wave.

Otters, I whisper to the cold air,
The heat of my breath a cloud,
A night sky, a wind through the cattails.
For now, here, we are all related,
Our bodies not just near each other
But of each other. All of us:
The earth, a body spinning,
The stars wet eyes awestruck
In the deep blue-black of space.

– Jenn Carter