There are healers I know of who don’t believe the old school
of thought “no pain, no gain”. They have learned how to accept things as they
are, gently coax, gently guide and redirect and open up and clear problems
inside the physical body, such as adhesions in muscle tissue, stuck fascia
tissue, edema, etc. I admire and believe
wholeheartedly in their “way”, their methods. And try to embrace that
philosophy when I’m most frustrated with myself and most hard on “getting a
grip” in my own life.
Muscles, tendons and bones all become reactionary when life
hands out some nasty things, whether it’s due to overuse, under use, strains,
sprains, pressure, patterns. When the human body cannot stay relaxed, it
tightens itself up in self-defense. It
guards and protects itself from injury. But too many times, it forgets
to relax again because it has learned to expect danger, The body prepares for what might hurt next; it
loses the innocent trust that outside
forces aren’t going to cause damage. So “knots” form in the shoulders, between
the shoulder blades, the lower back. Then the body learns how to compensate or
use an uneven, unbalanced pattern to accommodate the inflamed, angry parts. And
one small problem builds upon another and another until eventually permanent
damage can be the result. The therapists I admire most have learned how to
speak to and address the discomforts by using a more graceful approach.
Emotions. Muscles.
Muscles. Emotions.
I’ve compared the disease of the brain, the reaction of life
against human form, and healing ones heart after loss upon loss. All seem to be
a maze of twists and turns and actions and reactions. All show what happens
when you keep staying in the same patterns of behavior, when you get used to
being off balance but things have a way of rising and making themselves heard
and known regardless of any “control” one thinks they might have. All have
breaking points where nature simply takes its course. And any small thing can
trigger a “flare up”; a familiar face that once caused joy but then caused
pain, carrying a purse on the wrong side and causing muscles to scream in pain,
a song on the radio that churns up love lost or love destroyed, tripping over a
stone and causing one leg to remain guarded while protecting the one whose
ankle was twisted five years prior, a date on the calendar that reminds us of
tragedy… and unfortunately there are those of us who seem to carry the harsh
more than the happy events. Perhaps tied in to what seems “normal”.
Life is for the imperfect. The flawed. And none of us make
it out unscathed. So life for me, has
become about reaching. Reaching deep inside to find healing. Reaching beyond
and out and through and learning all I can from all the things that speak most
clearly to my soul.
Emotions. Muscles. Muscles. Emotions….
