Practicing bodywork has given a new tint to my perspective on life. I look at the people around me and see intimate details that I was blind to before. A hunch to the upper back there, a constant shift of weight to the left hip here, an elevated right shoulder, or a foot that points out a little more than the other as a person walks. All of these body mechanics tell one piece of a larger story about a person, and I get to hear these stories with my hands.
I see the rest of the world differently now too. How we bend like birches and bruise like peaches. We sing like finches and breathe like beaches .
My body has it's own story too, and after long or rainy days the joints in some of my fingers swell with inflammation, just like this Stella Cherry tree in the backyard:
We are so similar to the world around us. Houses have bones, birds are protective of their babies, sunflowers drink heavily after a day in the sun, and dogs feel anxiety in the face of danger.
We are all both strong and vulnerable and I'm privileged to do this work and witness that in people. I see my clients, students, friends, and strangers in nature and nature in them and plan on sharing some of that with you here.