My headIs there a head which I can find and put on my shoulders?I can lose my head but can I find back my head?O, I can say: Hello nice to meet you, head.I can say: No, you are wrong. You aren´t my head.I want another one.

 

This sentences dropping out back home after an intense LAMA sessionwhere this scene above was one of the first trials to find out how my body moves,or how I move my body to find an invisible head.

 

What's wrong?This question is my homework for the following session. 1.

 

Failure and laughterEvery child has to learn walking. No normal human being laughs about the trials a child has to make on the way to it.Why we are so afraid to make mistakes and 'fall' / fail as adults while we know we grow out of the failure en become more human?

 

Where am I so afraid of? Where does the hunger for perfectness come from?