The new limbs on the cactus grow towards the full spectrum light and if I leave it alone, eventually it falls over, no worries it’s accomplishing the mission, growing to light. So, I turn and balance it out, eventually getting it more or less over time balancing the never ending energy of needing to reach and believe in the goal. The mind is sort of like that practising any new piece I write, moving in this or that direction which is not immediately executable but persistence does make it so, gets me closer. Does imagining being free of pain or whatever body concerns one has, also work between the mind and body like the plant and light?