While watching the mother breastfeed the early girl tomato, I noticed her shoulders tensing. Remarkably familiar. I offered a gentle reminder, bringing two fingers together, fore and index, just strong enough to lift a bookmark, and sent them into shoulder closer to me, strong enough to feel through callus, sending to the back blade in one shot. Two decades of martial practice and study pooled at my finger tips, letting down into her skin at the connection point. She instinctively settled back into crinkled percale. I love that give. Relaxed, but attentive, noticing, still a body at work.