I deactivated my Facebook account last week. I thought I would struggle. I haven’t. Instead of feeling disconnected I feel blessed, a blessing that has always been within my grasp. This has been a revelation of sorts. It was easy. It was free, and it was mine to take.
My husband accidentally hung himself as a child. He remembers slipping the rope around his neck then coming to on the floor with family members crying around him. He tells the story with a sense of detachment. “It was easy,” he said.
I am quickly remembering who I am. I didn't think I needed that, but maybe I do. I am remembering through my senses, vibration and energy. Public transit is harsh that way: homelessness, mental illness, business suits and brief cases. You see it all from the window. Some of it comes within feet. That's the... Continue Reading →
I was nearly thirty-five when I went to massage school. I had been a credit union employee for several years at that point. My roots were in North Dakota. I was raised on the family farm in the heart of cattle country. Self-care wasn't exactly taught. Sit down and rest for a few minutes was... Continue Reading →
I place my hands on the body, close my eyes and wait. I wait for the body's response to my touch. Sometimes that comes fast. Sometimes there is no response. That is also helpful.
A skeleton lingered as she took a step forward. It wasn't eager to separate. Nothing happened for a few moments. I watched, feeling impatient.
A client may want to feel more confident. It doesn’t really matter what the goal is. There is an emotion attached to it, and that emotion can be felt in the body.
I've gotten in the habit of mentally asking my client's spirit what it is ready to release and then observing what happens. I did this recently and immediately saw steaming, smoldering garbage coming from the abdomen. There was a lot of it. Steam and smoke don't usually go together, but there it was. It made... Continue Reading →