Healing happens!!

Alrighty so yours truly (insert big goofy grin here) IS a massage therapist.  Kinda randomly, not so random.  I have always been a hands on, touchy kinda person.  AFFECTIONATE, very.  My ex hubby used to hate it, haha, he's an ex for about a zillion reasons that's just one of many!  Anyhow.  So how did do this?  or rather why?  And a few one really awesome story I am gonna share.  At least one, in this entry. 

Okay so, I knew that I was at a job going no where, love you, Mom, I know you did the same line of work.  I could see the ship sinking and didn't wanna be a part of it!  So game plan what do I want to do when I grow up?  Makeup.  Hummmm, yea, big gross gnarly stuff.  In the mean while, I can use my hands still... I like being with other people, not a loner type by nature at all.  Hummm.  Massage therapy.  Sure why not?  Ever had a professional massage?  NOPE, not before I started school. Lets go back in time 2003... Summer of '03.

So I made some appointments because that's what you do, research.  Okay call backs.  I scheduled three appts with three different schools in the valley.  First on the list.  Arizona School of Massage Therapy (ASMT), Tempe Campus.  Pretty awesome meeting later, the hubby had gone (but he was "nice" that afternoon).  So, got sooo many affirmations that this is where I should be in life.  We went out to dinner and he asked me, I can't tell you how many times if I was sure.  I ended up being pissed... said I was going to start school in October whether he liked it or not.  That was the answer he wanted. 

School.  Hadn't done that for a while.  Part time school, evenings for a year.  5:30pm-10:30pm, Mon-Thurs.  GEEZ.  I had a full time job 7-4 Mon-Fri.  Very exhausted Mari!  That doesn't count studying.  Lots of classes, massage, anatomy, chineese medicine!  Yea.  We even had cadaver lab.  Hehe. 

Short story... I got all A's except one class, advanced Russian Sports (I was sick, so very sick taking that final) blah. 

I discovered many many things along the way.  I was great at anatomy - makes sense!  A great therapist... and really great at energy work, I just get it, there is no other way to explain, at least not in this particular blog. 

Half way through the program we had practicals... HANDS ON, with the public.  AHHHH!   I was doing well, every Sunday morning 8-1pm I was there, working my tail feathers off!  We could get there early and leave a bit late, set up our own "booth" but it was all just for experience. 

One morning, getting my things together, I had this nagging feeling to grab my accupressure book, ran back up stairs to the apt, just for that!  Geez, random, it wasn't something I would normally bring.  But I couldnt leave without it.  FINE.  So I went along my way.  Got there early, third session in, I get a very frantic clinic manager begging someone to do energy work.  Sure... I can do this.  He asked five times, I GRABBED THE BOOK.  Said here I am supposed to do this today.  Turns out the guy had just had a liver transplant a week ago, no bodywork should have been done, the man just knew he needed touch.  Instinctivly he knew.  DAMN! 

Okay so we sat down talked expectations, he knew he wasn't going to get a normal massage, it would all be energy work.  He wasn't sure, neither was the clinic manager... I had to convice them BOTH.  Did it!!!!

Walked my client who was grey in color, down the hall, helping him crouched over his walker.  I was patient.  That's what he needed validation, time.  I had this.  I helped him on the table. Bolstered under his knees and another couple to keep him somewhat elevated. 

I stepped back and just asked for healing to occur, what ever it was, just asked for it to happen... my hands could be used how ever, they were only the tools, I would be only there to witness it happen.  please. 

touch.  I went through about five flows, before I just started working on my own.  Slowly his breathing became deeper, and I could see him sink into the table.  I just paid attention.  Ten min to go, and I looked at this man's face... Oh my goodness, his cheeks were rosy!  OH CRUD.  He had color to his skin. 

Session ended, I helped him sit, very slowly, and turned to get his walker.  He grabbed my hand and tugged.  I was so worried.  Turning around I met the softest eyes, he said so kindly thank you.  Oh I nearly lost it.  I squeezed his and and told him he was most welcome.  We walked down the hall and he validated me as a therapist.  Any doubts  I ever have.... he told me to remember him.  And I DO!  He had so many kind words.  The manager, client and I all went back to the room for a discussion afterwards.  Once the client left, we both cried like babies.  Geez.  No one expected that, I am honored to have witnessed it, to have been apart of it. 

Energy work is something I believe in, whole heartily!   I am always honored when anyone lets me into their space to help facilitate healing.  Humbled always.  It is with a grateful heart that I proceed and allow healing to occur with in that space. 

I know mushy massage therapist talk, but I love it.  Thinking that in so many ways it mirrors my life.  So with that I am of to give healing a space to occur.   YEA!