wellll….fuck it. I took a cross country train trip back from my friend’s wedding in Toronto a few weeks ago and somewhere in North Dakota I realized, oh, fuck.. where am I going to write about this? I shut down my personal blog…so, I’m back. Here. With my personal blog. If I don’t write I’ll implode and my annoying Leo side needs a stage while my Cancerian side just wants to burrow in my shell. This is the compromise. Yay, go us.
And this is me in a saree gearing up for the wedding:
and this is my new pet rabbit George Bailey:
I’ll be writing more about my trip back east this week and this cute little bunny but I had some pretty amazing healing experiences the past two weeks that I wanted to share and why it’s so important and worth it to look at pain and fear as they arise…hang out with them and let them go…stop bullshitting yourself, have more fun and enjoy.
this is actually my client newsletter from Shift so maybe I am cheating a little by posting it here too but whatevs. i woke up at 430am way too excited to get this out. you’re welcome.
meow meow meow,
kathy j.
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I wasn’t really born a free-spirited hippie who liked to get naked and have people touch me.
When I got my first massage in India fourteen years ago I had no idea what to expect. We were at a gorgeous retreat in the backwaters of Kerala on the south western coast. The “treatment room” was an open air space and the massage table was a huge wooden oil-soaked slab.
They directed me to lay down face up, stark naked on the slab and I slid around a bit wondering why the hell anyone would find this relaxing. Not one, but TWO therapists proceeded to pour gallons of oil over me while massaging in rhythm and chatting to each other in hindi. They then walked me to a seated shower and bathed me. After getting over the initial weirdness of having another person bathe me, I settled into the pure and simple nourishment of it.
I left feeling renewed, alive and invigorated. My mind was clear and I felt a relaxation that I hadn’t experienced before. Welcome to the world of massage.
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Fast forward a year to my first stateside massage at the posh-ish Burke Williams spa in Santa Monica. My girlfriends and I snuggled into big cozy robes and sipped cucumber lemon water while we waited for our treatments. A clean cut hulky dude {who was so handsome that he made me blush) greeted me and escorted me back to a quiet dark room. Unlike India, there were sheets, lots and lots of sheets…and lotion, not oil, and no bathing afterwards. [damn!] ๐
I left feeling relaxed, chill and felt an edge come off of my chronic anxiety. We had a blast partying in Venice that night..but that’s another story. ๐
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Fast forward to a craniosacral session last week. If you haven’t had a craniosacral session, it’s an opportunity to deep dive into the stillness. It’s rare that we get to listen to our bodies so profoundly and converse so honestly and deeply with them. What’s odd is that a craniosacral session is often a wordless conversation that takes place with our bodies in our own heads & hearts…with the therapist gently holding space and witnessing. In my 7 years of doing this as a client and practitioner I have found that our bodies never lie.
But back to last week…during my craniosacral session, I connected a fascial restriction at the juncture of my heart/pericardial sac & diaphragm to guilt and shame in my pelvic bowl around using sexuality for control throughout my corporate career…which was connected to searing anger in my mid-back and a feeling of loss of power from being raped in high school. I could see in my mind’s eye a triangle between my pelvis and solar plexus that reflected a power imbalance.
As the therapist gently held my back, deep guttural sobs started emanating from my core. I didn’t want to go there, I didn’t try to go there, it just happened. I’ve processed enough emotional trauma through my body to know that once you go there, the body memory is no longer there and has no control over you…so, I went there and just “felt into” the stuck area in my back and a huge amount of anger arose.
Wait, what? I thought that I was going to just chill out and get a massage.
As the therapist gently encouraged me to breathe into my back, I wanted so badly to hang on to it. I was SO angry. There was no justification for what had happened or from my power being violated in such a way at such a young age. I had processed it with bodywork and talk therapy the last six years…finally opening up after decades of silence…and I was lying there in the stillness with such real emotions….and a choice point…to let that anger go.. or to continue holding on to it. [Mind you, all of these conversations and correlations are playing out in my own body and my own head. The therapist continued to gently hold the areas and occasionally say encouraging things like, that’s right, connect with the field of support and love around you, etc.]
At that moment a flood of compassion washed over me for both myself, my past actions and for every single challenge and challenging person in my life. I realized that there would never, ever be a justification for being attacked and that holding on to the anger was only hurting myself…and so I gently took a deep breath in and released it. In doing that, I reclaimed a piece of my power and in that moment I realized that really, truly no one can reclaim our power for ourselves but ourselves. By holding onto that anger and search for retribution I would only continue imprisoning myself.
And if you’re like me and want to throw up or punch someone every time someone says… just let it go! …it really was that easy after I made the conscious connection to the feeling state in my body…acknowledged it for serving me, threw a big heap of compassion and love on top of it and took a big inhale and exhale… out. Gone.
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Healing doesn’t happen linearly nor can we control when or how the next level of body-mind conversation will reveal itself. These explorations in consciousness that can be accessed through the stillness of bodywork would have blown my rocket scientist mind less than a decade ago. First of all, I could not feel unless I was really high or really low.. let alone believe there was a correlation between the body and mind sensations. As time moved on and I’ve gone deeper into this field, the elegance and depth of conversations that I have with myself and my clients has become more authentic and rich…and I realized that….
These are the most important conversations that we can have with ourselves.
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There are ton of reasons NOT to have these conversations:
-fear [it’s serious work but doesn’t have to be so serious. we are always moving to JOY and freedom of thought…not continually getting off on reliving trauma]
-life is fun! why dwell on the past? [i love fun but shoving our feelings down only lasts so long before the body rebels. looking is not the same as dwelling. usually once we truly look and heal there is no longer room for dwelling and there is waaay more room for fun and awesomeness.]
-you’re weird [everyone goes through this stuff. and, actually you probably are weird in our culture if you take time for self-reflection. you are also successful.]
-the pain feels bottomless [it isn’t. i promise you.]
-change [yep, being authentically you and speaking your truth will likely eff up existing relationships, situations and arrangements in your life. the alternative of not living authentically, to me, is far more painful.]
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Asking the question to yourself doesn’t mean that you need to share the answers…my therapist didn’t know any of those correlations that I experienced above.
Asking the question doesn’t mean that you are bound to the answer
Get curious, ask the question.
There is freedom on the other side of these questions… when the motivation comes from the light within you.. you find that it is limitless and it becomes a question of:
– how much light can I hold,
– how can I serve with my greatest gifts,
– what can I create with the time I have left and the people I truly connect with.
There is power in claiming all of life’s experiences and honoring them. Don’t let them steal your peace.
Muchos besos lovelies.
happy spring!
xo
kathy j.
PPS Living like you give a damn depends on first knowing yourself enough to know what you give a damn about. The greatest power is not outside of yourself. It’s inside.. keep lookin’ in. you’ve got this whole life thing down.