It needs a new name, I think. Way too corny for my liking. But the effect was substantial nonetheless, so I'm going to post a long, rambling journal entry I wrote about
my experience with it.
And here's an article
www.telegraph.co.uk/health/alternativemedicine/7044474/BodyTalk-Could-a-new-therapy-be-the-answer-to-all-your-aches-and-pains.html 9-19-11:
My massage/chiro marathon appointment yesterday evening stretched almost into night. I went in for a deep tissue massage and Dr. W sure didn’t exaggerate Dawn’s expertise. It was intensely amazing/gone before I knew it. I dazedly got adjusted afterwards and Dr. W was interrupted with the epiphany of a spontaneous post appointment appointment. I was still massage-high and everything sounded like a great idea; so I was like yeah, lets talk to this temple o mine. It feels like it is full of buzzing and glowing things to say right now.
My chiro has been suggesting BodyTalk since I first walked through her door. The whiplash I came in for became secondary the moment I mentioned lyme and triathlons once-upon-a-time. Those built strong candidacy for a session and over the duration of my adjustments she never failed to remind me.
She has another patient whose daughter had lyme, tried everything, this thing was eventually the thing that turned the tide. It held a significant enough impact to motivate both mom and daughter to learn to become practitioners themselves. She gets goosebumps talking about
it.
I’m thinking: awesome! But also: so you’re going to tap your fingers on my head/stomach/arm and my body is going to silently tell you how to fix me? Also: I'd like a pony.
Up until yesterday I'd kept her at bay with lots of “Oh that sounds cool…maybe sometime after I get all these med bills paid off….” (HINT HINT) type comments.
"Oh that sounds cool....but I've got to go feed my friends chickens"
"Oh that sounds cool....but I'm apparently still judgmental"
Innate wisdom? Do I have to live in a van down by the river to tap into that?
I'm glad I overcame my 13-ishness,
opened my mind and let this woman who I barely know just jump right into my everything. Because that she did. I was still skeptical & half thinking about
groceries & settlement checks & literally on ice while she went on to tell me my imbalances, haphazard as they were. Fear of this, fear of that, deep sadness in the heart, the word: inferior. I am going to recover with certainty and a smile and this all was actually awoken longer ago than previously acknowledged. That sat on my chest for a moment.
These communications based on neuromuscular biofeedback told her these things that only my therapist knows. (And only after a year of digging.) Dr. W knew 3 things about
me going into this: 1.) I was in a gnarly car accident 3 weeks ago 2.) I have lyme disease 3.) I used to triathlon. But now she's been face-to-face with a deep sadness in my heart and knows so much without asking aloud.
I still wouldn't admit I'd felt any kind of shift. Things were accurate and heavy, but not earth-moving on the surface yet. So I was polite with the thankyous and seeyounextweeks and she smiled and said I'd know when I needed to come back.
I got about
halfway home when all of the sudden I was gasping-for-breath bawling without really knowing specifically why. Like BAM, oh crud I'm effing crazy girl, crying in her car. It wasn't a sad, world-is-ending cry. More like a very cathartic, intense release of something.
I went home and slept like concrete. Which is significant because I usually sleep like girl interrupted. I woke up and ran for the first time in months with no back pain. I was on cloud nine and a half all day.
Oh maybe I just needed a good mind-eff, but what if after all these doctors, therapists, protocols, etc etc the catalyst needed was just a sort of morse code of a strangers fingertips tapping on the temple? I don't buy into things easily, but I also know that when the heart is innocent and the walls have disappeared, something immense
opens up.
I'll be going back for more.