I wonder? An electrician rewiring the cables behind the walls, a plasterer straightening out the rugged surfaces, a ferry man rowing the boat safely to the other side, an arbitrator initiating a solution finding process between oneself and the body, a reader, a messenger, the meeting point of softness and strength, perhaps a knowledgeable landscaper passing, lending a hand and making one aware how we ourselves can transform this garden into a place of full bloom or a Japanese potter who helps us appreciate what we have got and teaches us to fill the broken pieces with pure gold?
Over the last months’ treatments I journeyed from feeling unsafe, fearful and weepy at times to reconnecting to my softness, acceptance, melting; yes, rigidness evolved into yielding. Oh, glorious yielding! Yielding into the earth, into the process of guided release, soft and powerful yielding into the dark corners of tension and stretching into lightness.