Sunday, June 12, 2011

My Traveling Altar





This weekend Shannon Halligan, L-CAT and I co-led a workshop called, "Awakening to Possibility With a Traveling Pocket Altar."  I became interested in the idea of identifying and inviting change into one's life when I attended a vision board workshop earlier in the year.  During that event, as I sat leafing through magazines, cutting and pasting my collage of things I wished for my future to hold, the idea to create my own workshop began to form.  The social setting of that early January gathering was fun and inspiring, for certain, however, I sensed that this idea of envisioning one's life could be carried further, that there was a rich potential for a workshop that was deeply reflective.   Discussing this with Shannon, she introduced the idea of creating a traveling altar which she described to me as a small decorated box filled with meaningful items that can fit in a pocket or bag, so that it can travel with you.  I loved the idea and suggested that a centering meditation and mindful movement session before creating the altars might lay fertile ground for ideas.  Thus, the idea for the workshop was born.


Yesterday's workshop was a relaxed, creative and inspiring morning of meditation, movement, dream making, art making and discussion.


But that isn't what I want to talk about.  We will offer this workshop again and I will talk it up then.  I will encourage you to come and will send you many invites.  You will be made well aware of why you should take this particular workshop.  And you should take this workshop.   But that isn't what I want to talk about.


What I want to talk about is MY traveling altar.  I had a bit of a vision of what I might want to include before hand.  One of my friends had introduced the idea of writing affirmations on her phone- things that she wanted in her life.  I loved the idea and copied it.  My smart phone has meaningful messages on the screens, reminders to practice gratitude along with reassurances and visions such as, "You have all the time you need," and "Decisions are made with ease."  At the workshop, I realized that my phone messages are a form of an altar- a collection of ideas that are important to me- ideas I place on high. 


I imagined my altar box to include objects that represented love, financial security, creative expression, yoga, a thriving massage practice- the things that I put on the vision board I had made earlier and on my telephone altar.  When I do finish filling my traveling altar, I am sure it will have ephemera that will represent all of that, but the altar box itself took on a direction that I didn't expect. 

I found myself thumbing through travel magazines, my fingers reaching for travel themed collage paper and cutting out maps.  And when I heard another woman read the phrase, "We are not in Kansas anymore," from a tin of movie themed magnetic words, I, the girl who grew up in Kansas, pounced on it.  My altoid box turned traveling altar is covered with a maps, passport stamps and images of postcards.  A traveling traveling altar!  Who knew that I had the travel bug?  Recently I renewed my passport, but I did so without any emotion or fantasy.  Passport renewal was just an item on my to do list; it seemed like just another something that had to be done.  During the workshop, however, the dream of world travel was awakened!  For so many years, money and circumstances have made travel unrealistic.  And even though I have no plan for world travel right now, what I have realized from my other envisioning projects, that once a seed has been planted, things do begin to shift and what might start off feeling like a crazy dream can slowly begin to feel very possible.

Other participants spoke of the same phenomenon- that their altars took on a different direction than they expected.   Since we took time to become fully present in our bodies before we started our creative work, it doesn't really surprise me.  The body is ripe with wisdom and when we tune inward and pay attention, we can reap the harvest.

Join us next time, why don't you?

Wishing you balance,

Nancy

Sunday, May 8, 2011

On Being Unique



My college students are required to attend dance performances and submit written responses describing what they have seen.  I was noticing that the word "unique" was coming up again and again.   This made sense to me, but I also found it annoying.  For many of my students a dance concert is a novel experience so everything is they see is "unique."  But without explaining why it is unique, the word held no meaning, so I started outlawing it entirely in an effort to get them to describe what was happening on stage and how it amazed them, moved them, inspired them, confused them or exactly why it bored them to tears.

The other night I was at a gathering full of people I didn't know and I found myself in a typical cocktail party conversation discussing what it is that I do.  "I am a massage therapist," I explained.  Going to massage school was a dream come true for me and I find helping people in this way to be an incredible honor.  So, when I tell people that I do massage and bodywork, it is with a certain pride.  But, let's face it.  There are a lot of massage therapists out there, especially in this town.  And furthermore, there are some very good ones.  Why should you come to my modest office for a massage when you could go to a ritzy spa?  Why should you come see me for bodywork when you could get a cheaper massage from a student therapist at the massage school?  What makes my practice unique?  What should I tell this person who is asking me what I do?  What should I tell her sets me apart?

My bodywork treatments are unique of course; all body workers offer up something of themselves in their practice.  We, as clients, relate differently to different people and I believe that you have to trust and resonate with someone in order to open up fully to treatment.  This makes it important to find a therapist that you respect and trust and with whom you feel connected.  The most important thing that I have to offer, besides my training, skill and intuition, is my ability to be present, to listen, and to respond.  I do not do cookie cutter massages.  Each session is tailored to your needs and designed collaboratively, based on your goals and preferences for treatment, combined with attentive hands that listen and respond to the wisdom of your body.  Nurturing, nourishing and effective,  sessions are designed collaboratively, based on your goals and preferences, combined with expert hands that listen and respond to address pain, tension and movement restrictions. Each session is truly unique.

I would never say that other therapists don't do this.  Many do, I am certain.  I can only promise that this is what I believe in and therefore it is what I do.  

Sunday, April 3, 2011

De-snagging the Sweater




Let's meet the fascia. The fascia is a network of extracellular material that runs throughout the body.  If it were possible to separate out the fascia from the rest of us, our fascia would form the same shape as we do, as it is a three dimensional web that runs throughout all our tissue.  This weekend I had the pleasure of attending a seminar in Myofascial Release. 

If you can imagine this interconnected web, it is easy to see how a fascial restriction in one area could create a problem elsewhere.  Ida Rolf used the analogy of a snag in a sweater that when pulled distorts the entire sweater.  This is a great image to help us understand how fascial restrictions can wreak havok on the structure, causing pain and tightness.

The snags in my sweater cause my head to pull forward and my shoulders to round.  The snags in my sweater cause pain and tingling to travel down my right arm; they cause TMJ problem, headaches and that annoying ache right between my shoulder blades.  You know that one.  That ache that you just can't reach.  In the process of learning the material, I was able to receive a healthy dose of the work myself.  I left the seminar feeling like a different person.  Now, with a de-snagged sweater, I feel loose and free- I have new found mobility in my shoulders and pelvis.  My jaw feels good.  I have a few lingering areas that still need to be addressed, but my pain is greatly diminished  My form has changed.  This sweater, which I was really starting to doubt, is actually a pretty fine garment!

I can't wait to start using the fantastic new techniques I learned to help clients who are suffering from pain.  With a bit of de-snagging,  that misshapen sweater of yours may just feel like a totally new garment.


Wishing you balance,

Nancy

Friday, March 11, 2011

Bad Dancing?



This week, in my elementary dance classes, we have been reading the story Giraffes Can't DanceThis is a wonderful picture book about a Giraffe with buckling knees who wobbles and falls every time he tries to dance.  The annual jungle dance is a rather traumatic event for poor Gerald as the other animals laugh and tease him,  calling him a bad dancer.

I posed the question to my students- Is there a such thing as a BAD dancer?  Some said yes and explained that their siblings routinely accused them of being bad dancers.  But the vast majority of the children said that there was no such thing as a bad dancer.  They explained their thinking-

"Some people practice more."

"Some people can do more things but that doesn't mean that those who can't are bad dancers."

Here was my favorite-

"We all dance the way we are meant to dance."

Yes, a second grade child said that.  Smart kid.

In my book there is no such thing as a bad dancer, but this week it was nice to be reminded.  I haven't been feeling well, and missed my daily dance a few times.  The dances that I did do were of the tiny variety.  One day I danced with just my hands.  No leaps or dazzling turns.  No jazz hands, even.  But it wasn't a bad dance.  It felt great, in fact.

Dancing every day doesn't work if you judge yourself.  Each dance is what it is meant to be.

We all dance the way we are meant to dance. 


Wishing you balance,

Nancy

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Let the Dancing Begin



In January I fantasized about aggressively promoting my March challenge of dancing every day for 5 minutes.  I envisioned it going viral, spreading like wild flowers.  All I need to do is get everyone I know to forward the info to everyone they know and so on and so on and...

And then February came and I totally forgot about Dance-A-Day March.  That is until March 1st, when it suddenly hit me.  Then came the dread. "Do I have to do this?  I don't feel like dancing." 

I don't have to do this.  I don't have to dance.  But then I would be a real fraud wouldn't I?  I set up this challenge for myself and I told people about it.  This means that I really ought to do it.

So, I did it.

And it was fun.

Really fun!

Just five minutes- not even five- it was probably more like three, but it put me in a great mood. 

It takes a bit of self guilt tripping to make me follow through on this missive, but when I do, my inner five year old gets released and I have a blast.

This Dance-A-Day March thing doesn't need to go viral.  It need not sweep across the internet.  But I am thrilled to have people join me.  The fact that there is a tiny community trying on this challenge for themselves makes me feel connected in a really lovely way.  I feel support for this project and supported personally.  Today again, I didn't feel like dancing, but did, and it was good, but not great.  In truth, I really didn't let loose.  I went through the motions.  Then, much later in the day, a friend posted a song to dance to, her five minutes of dancing song.  So I danced to it.

And this time I really danced!


And it was more than fun!  It was fabulous.  I felt as if I were part of a dancing community.  I can't describe how wonderful that feels.

Here is the song I danced to. Have fun with it!




Wishing you balance,

Nancy

Friday, February 25, 2011

February Gratitude












As many of you already know from prior posts, I have adopted a gratitude practice this year, which involves a daily exchange of lists of things for which I feel grateful.  This other person, with whom I exchange lists,  I affectionately refer to as my gratitude buddy.  Each month a new gratitude buddy joins me in this adventure.  This month, my gratitude buddy was someone I affectionately refer to as Mom.

This has been a very special month indeed.  I have already written about the gratitude practice being a express lane to happiness.  It continues to be so.  My glass feels half full.  This month brought with it the realization that the gratitude partnership also brings people closer.   I have enjoyed the daily connection with all my buddies immensely, and have deepened my relationship with each of them, but this past month I consider myself truly blessed to share something so life-affirming with my mother.   It has truly been a gift.

I feel better letting go and moving on to the next buddy knowing that my mom has a new buddy for March- my sister!  Each of my buddies has gone on to continue the practice with either a new buddy or a journal.  Just think....if everyone got a new buddy each month....this project would grow exponentially and become a crazy out of control gratitude fest.   This sounds just great to me.

Wishing You Balance,

Nancy

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Opening The Heart














Many massage therapists offer couple's massage for Valentine's Day.  Although this is a lovely idea, it is something I have never offered.  I have a solo practice.  Without another therapist with whom to collaborate, a couple's massage would be challenging indeed!  Right now I am imagining myself trying to give two people a massage simultaneously!   Couple's massage fail!

Now that Valentine's Day has passed, I have thought up the perfect idea for a Valentine's session.  Of course! Now I get the idea!   Happily, I am not going to let the fact that Valentine's Day is behind us to go ahead and offer it.

Opening the Heart is a massage session that focuses on all those muscles of the thorax that get so short and tight from all the things we do like computering, driving, carrying things, even cooking and reading.  Those tight muscles round our shoulders forward and collapse our chests.  We literally sink into ourselves.  When we open the sternum, the shoulders and the ribs, we are able to breath more fully and experience more deeply.  Opening the heart opens us to life itself.

I received a note the other day from a client that recently received an Opening the Heart session-

"I think that the work has encouraged me to soften my heart....I feel different." 



Open to Possibiltiy.  Open to Joy.  Open the Heart.

Request an Opening the Heart session, now through the month of March, and pay just $50.00.

Please visit the Body In Balance website for more information on massage and somatics bodywork.


"The way is not in the sky. The way is in the heart."  -The Buddha


Wishing you balance,

Nancy

P.S.  Some other resources for opening the heart-