This Beautiful Burst of Light (Blog #329)

Today has been cold and wet, and I hate that. It’s depressing. It makes my feet cold. Why I wasn’t born on a tropical island, I’ll never know. Last night I was up until almost four, first watching Netflix then working on some Reichian Therapy breathing exercises. The exercises focused on breathing into your belly and chest, breathing into only your belly, and breathing into only your chest. I’m still not sure I was doing it “right,” but I think I saw my own aura during the process. I don’t know what else it would have been, this reddish/pink light dancing across the ceiling. And no, I hadn’t been drinking. I was completely sober.

Anytime I’ve tried to see an aura, mine or someone else’s, it’s never worked. That being said, every couple of years I have an experience like I did last night. It’s always out of the blue, never predictable. When it involves someone else, I’ll see colors around them, like a halo. When it’s just me, it’s usually when I’m lying down, and I’ll see colors projected on the ceiling. The first time it happened, it was yellow–last night, pink. I don’t know what any of it means, but experiences like these always remind me that there’s more to us than we realize. We’re not just flesh and bones. We’re bigger, more beautiful than that.

Despite my energetic experience last night, I’ve felt completely human today. My body is still dragging, and I spent most the day being angry at someone I don’t even know–the author of a book I just finished reading. The book was supposed to be about marketing “your business.” Instead the author spent most their time bragging–about their successful companies, their successful friends. (Harrumph.) In order to offset my bad mood, I went to a local bookstore in search of a book by Alexander Lowen, the founder of bioenergetics, which is similar to Reichian Therapy. (It’s my latest obsession.) I didn’t find the book, but I did enjoy browsing.

This evening I got back out to return the marketing book to the library and run some errands. I ended up buying a pair of jeans and three white t-shirts for a sock hop I’m planning to attend soon. It was exciting to get something new, even something little, but spending money when I don’t have a job always stresses me out. I feel the same way when I buy food, but then again, you gotta eat. My answer to this stress is usually to spend more money, so tonight I got on Amazon and bought the Alexander Lowen book I couldn’t find earlier. (I used a gift card from Christmas.) Of all the books I’ve read about the mind-body connection and healing, Lowen’s has made the most sense and been the most practical, and I can’t wait to dive in and learn more.

This morning I heard from my internist’s office. They spoke with the immunologist’s office, and the immunologist is supposed to let them (or me) know what tests they need. Yesterday it sounded like they wouldn’t take my case at all, and today it sounds like they’ll consider it, so I guess this is progress. By the time this is all over, I’m going to be a pro at waiting. I’ve been thinking this isn’t the worst thing in the world, having all this time on my hands while both my body and my doctors do their thing. Since starting this blog and especially since getting sick four months ago, I’ve been able to read and digest mountains of information about the body, healing, personal growth, and even marketing. This time in my life is frustrating for a lot of reasons, but it’s also provided me the opportunity to learn more than when I was in college.

So that’s something.

You can’t force an outcome.

Last night while working on the breathing exercises, I ended up breaking a sweat, grunting, even laughing. I didn’t have any specific memories come up, but I can only assume this was all beneficial, a release. Other times when I’ve done exercises like these, nothing. So I’ve been thinking that just like you can’t make yourself see an aura, you can’t make yourself heal. You can have a practice like yoga or meditation, some sort of space for the healing to show up in if it wants to–and I think you should–but you can’t force an outcome. Healing either happens or it doesn’t. Having tried so hard to heal for so long, I’m coming to see any healing, any letting go or movement in the right direction, as a grace, this inexplicable, beautiful burst of light that comes to us for no apparent reason.

Quotes from CoCo (Marcus)

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The clearer you see what's going on inside of you, the clearer you see what's going on outside of you. It's that simple.

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Our First Job (Blog #312)

Today has been delightful. Simply delightful, I say. Why exactly I woke up on the right side of the bed, I don’t know. But I did, and I’m grateful. Maybe my good mood has to do with the fact that I woke up early, like before nine o’clock. If so, I’d hate that. What if I had to make a habit of it? That wouldn’t bless me at all.

The reason I got up so early was to go to therapy. I guess that contributed to my being so damn chipper. Therapy is almost always fun, and today was no exception. Of course, when I say therapy is fun, I mean my therapist is fun. Today we talked (partly) about fashion. Like, Who are you wearing? My therapist talked about her dress, then I talked about my vintage sweater. She said I looked “glowing.” Glowing–I guess that’s a compliment–although it kind of makes me feel like a pregnant woman.

Now if only my hips didn’t hurt so much.

This lighthearted chit-chat, I think, is one of the benefits of having a longterm therapist. After a while, most the serious stuff has been covered. I always show up with my list of things to talk about and questions to ask, of course, but personally derive a lot of value from beginning our sessions by discussing our outfits or how hideous her waiting room is. “It looks like someone went shopping at a yard sale–two decades ago,” I often say. “How many times do I have to tell you?” she replies. “Look down.”

After therapy I went to one of those restaurants where they expect you to clean up after yourself. You know–sort of fast food, sort of not. Anyway, I didn’t realize the protocol and left my basket and trash on my table. I was halfway out the door before I saw the “put baskets here” section. Well, it was one of those split-second decisions. I thought, Fuck it, and kept walking. (So sue me.) Honestly, I almost went back inside, but saw something that caused me not to. Above the wastebasket there was a sign that said, “Make your mama proud.” Y’all, it just rubbed me the wrong way. It felt as if they were trying to guilt-trip me into throwing my trash away, insinuating that the woman who brought me into this world wouldn’t be proud of me otherwise. Well (obviously), this passive-aggressive marketing wasn’t going to work on me–I’d just come from therapy.

I realize this may seem silly, but I’ve been thinking about writing the restaurant all day. (Sometimes I do this sort of thing. I’m that guy.) It probably has something to do with the fact that I’m currently reading a book about giving excellent customer service. In fact, I was reading the book IN the restaurant, so when I saw the sign on the wastebasket, all I could think was, I’m the customer. If I’d wanted a guilt trip for lunch, I would have stayed at home. (That’s a joke, Mom.) Okay, breathe, Marcus. I get that a lot of places cut down on costs by not paying their employees to wait on people, and this wasn’t the sort of place you leave a tip. I really do think it was just the wording that bothered me, the whole make-your-mama-proud thing. Why not just say, “Please throw your trash away so we don’t have to do it for you.”? Or “Please return your baskets here. It helps us keep operating costs down so you can save.”?

Wouldn’t either of these options be more direct, more honest?

Every stress and trauma in your life is written somewhere in your body.

This evening I’ve barely been able to pull myself away from a book about Bioenergetics, a form of mind-body therapy developed by Alexander Lowen. Bioenergetics is related to Reichian Therapy, which I’ve blogged about recently. I’m only a hundred pages into the book, but so far, Bioenergetics makes a lot of sense to me. According to Lowen, there is no difference between your mind, body, and soul. At the very least, there’s no difference between your mind and body. As he says, “A person’s past is his body.” I take this to mean, in simple terms, that every stress and trauma in your life is written somewhere in your body, often in the form of tension or pain.

Someone told me once that I was attuned to subtle energies. “That’s probably why you like words,” they said. “They act on the subtle energetic body.” I don’t know if this is true or not, but I’ve been thinking about that word this evening–subtle–and the idea that everything we do makes a difference. Sometimes that difference is huge, and sometimes that difference is subtle, but everything has its impact. (So don’t pretend like you don’t matter.) For example, your clothes say something about you. Everything you put on–or don’t–sends a message. Words on restaurant signs say something about the people who put them there, either, “We want to help you,” or “We want you to help us.” Likewise, our bodies are constantly communicating with us, sending both subtle and not-so-subtle messages whenever there’s a problem. Of course, before we can do anything about anything, our first job is simply to listen.

Quotes from CoCo (Marcus)

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Freedom lies on the other side of everything you're afraid of.

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Finding the Middle Path (Blog #306)

Last night, despite trying, I couldn’t fall asleep until six in the morning. About four I realized it was a 98-percent-full moon, so I’m blaming that. This sort of thing has happened before. I’m guess I’m “sensitive.” That’s fine. But if I have to be up in the middle of the night, exhausted, at least I could turn into a werewolf or something cool, like Michael Jackson in Thriller. No such luck. No dancing with the dead for me. Nope–I only got four hours of sleep–and have absolutely nothing to show for it.

Let’s talk about my outfit.

Today I’m wearing a hat I got from my ninety-five-year-old friend Marina. She says she found it in a bar in Hawaii several years ago–on the head of a Greek sailor. (Swoon.) She apparently asked this guy for it, and he actually gave it to her! You’d just have to know Marina. Anyway, she passed it on to me last year. I’m not sure what the official style of the hat is, but it’s made my Cavanagh, originally cost eighteen dollars (according to the tag inside the brim), and fits my head perfectly. I saw my therapist today, and she said I looked like Elvis–“before he got fat and started singing in Las Vegas.” Talk about a compliment. “That was worth getting out bed for,” I said. “What do I owe you?”

Today we talked about the book I’m reading on Reichian Therapy. My therapist had heard of it, or at least its creator, but didn’t know much about it, so I explained the basic premise and what my experience with it has been thus far. This is something I appreciate about my therapist–like, she never acts territorial or suggests that her way is the only way. She almost never “directs” my therapy. Rather, she encourages me to explore different methods and find what’s right for me.

I told her the book I’m reading says over and over again to go slow. Again, she encouraged me to trust myself. She said, “Remember that those books are always written as if the reader knows absolutely nothing. They’re written for people who are just starting school. You’re at graduate level, so you can pace yourself how you think best. And if you ever get in over your head–just call me and make an appointment.”

Now that I’m processing it, this conversation went along with another one we’ve been having off and on lately, about trusting others and being able to ask them for help. Admittedly, I’m extremely self-sufficient. I hate asking for help. This, my therapist and I agree, is the result of being “let down” by the world on a number of occasions in my childhood. I’ll spare you the details, but I basically grew up thinking, Fuck all y’all. I’ll take care of this myself. (I don’t recommend this attitude, but if you got it, you got it.) My therapist said, “It’s okay to be able to take care of everything from A to Z, but–again–it’s about striking a balance and finding the middle path. You don’t have to do EVERYTHING all the time.”

I realized on the drive to therapy that I’m pretty overloaded lately. I’m working my ass off in therapy and on this blog, I’m reading all the time, and I’ve recently taken on this project for the swing dancing event. I told my therapist today that I’ve been listening to people solid for the last week and sharing their stories online, sometimes to critical reception. I said, “I don’t know how you do this every day and don’t drink yourself to sleep at night.” She said, “It’s hard.” So we discussed boundaries I can set with the projects, as well as other ways I can take care of myself. With this is mind, after therapy I went out for beer and pizza. Granted, this wasn’t one of my therapist’s specific suggestions, but I decided to improvise.

And it worked. I’ve had a delightful afternoon filled with carbs, self-nurturing, and more carbs.

Now it’s seven in the evening, and I’m at the library. I’m meeting a friend soon to see a movie, so I need to wrap this up. Like quick. I see both these acts–the movie and the shorter blog–as acts of further self-care and finding the middle path. No more work for the day, Marcus. It will be there tomorrow. Just enjoy your life. Just enjoy your damn life. So no more go-go-go. At least for now, it’s stop-stop-stop.

Quotes from CoCo (Marcus)

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We follow the mystery, never knowing what’s next.

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Healing from All Angles (Blog #301)

Last night I started reading a book called Reichian Therapy by Jack Willis. I’d never heard of Reichian Therapy before, but I ran across it while doing my Googling thing, and it’s apparently based on the work of psychologist William Reich, who was a student of Freud’s. His theory was that behavior springs from personality, which springs from “character,” which is the deep down part of you that you never think about and is totally your parents’ fault. Neuroscientist Candace Pert say your body is your subconscious mind, and Reich says it this way: a person’s character is manifested in their body. So rather than simply doing “talk therapy” for the mind, Reich developed a method for both the mind and the body.

Anyway, this book I started reading–it’s  thirty-five dollars on Amazon or free if you download it here. (Warning–it’s five hundred pages long.) So far, I’m about one hundred pages in, and the theory behind the therapy makes a lot of sense to me. Willis says that when a child cries, it’s a full-body experience–their eyes water, their face contorts, their chest heaves, their breathing changes. When an adult comes along and says, “Quit your damn crying,” all of those physical processes have to stop. If a child gets the message that crying is wrong or embarrassing often enough, tension develops throughout their body in order to prevent crying not just in their eyes, but also throughout their entire body. If this doesn’t change, the adult child may be able to cry, but it will look simply like a few tears streaming down their cheeks, not the heaving-sobbing deal. Unfortunately, their character and body literally prevent anything more. And maybe they think, I wonder why my shoulders are so tight.

Willis’s book is unique in that not only is it free, but it also appears to relay, in detail, a series of exercises and practices to “change character,” release tension from the body, and promote healing on multiple levels. I’m just getting started with the exercises, but since one of them is simply looking at yourself the mirror every day, I’m already a fan. But seriously–the idea is to look at yourself the way you would a stranger in a restaurant, asking yourself, “What is this person feeling? Are they anxious? Are they elated?” Last night when I tried this, I realized how tired I looked around my eyes. Then I noticed that my jaw looked angry. I’m not sure what this exercise did on a subconscious level, but it did connect me with self-compassion. You’ve been through a lot, Marcus. Go easy, would you?

During the next exercise (which I was practicing when I took tonight’s selfie), I was instructed to “make faces.” You know, raise your eyebrows, shift your jaw around, flare your nostrils, whatever. Again, I’m not sure what this accomplished–I’m assuming it was about releasing tension–but it sure was fun.

The last exercise I’ll mention involved reaching your hands out in front of you and holding the position for twenty seconds. I tried it a couple times, and the first time I reached slightly up. The second time, however, I reached down. That’s funny, I thought, why would I reach DOWN? Well, I immediately remembered being a small child and how my dad would set me and my sister on top of the refrigerator. I remembered this being fun, but I also remembered wanting to get down and not being able to. Thus the reaching down. (Like, help!)

I don’t recall why I was on the refrigerator–maybe I was in time out, maybe my dad was kidding around, maybe he was on the phone. Maybe I asked to be up there then changed my mind. Regardless, I couldn’t get down when I wanted to, and part of the message my little brain and body received was, “You can ask for help, but that doesn’t mean you’ll get it. Better to take care of yourself.”

See how easy it is to screw up your children?

Honestly, that was it last night. There wasn’t a big emotional upset or hub-bub during the reaching exercise. I didn’t get upset with my father. I felt a gentle letting go in my shoulder blades, nothing major, then had that brief memory. The book says this is normal but not the goal. So try not to pay too much attention to sensations that arise, memories that come up, or emotions you feel. Just let them be, then let them go. Also, do the same for your dreams, which is where the big changes really happen and could get a little weird or crazy after doing the exercises. Last night I dreamed I had worms and a small octopus crawling under my skin, so maybe that means I’m doing something right–or Reich, as it were. (I crack me up.) Anyway, the book says the weird stuff isn’t the point–letting the mind and body fix themselves is. So go easy and take it slow–the slower, the better.

Whatever needs to happen, happens.

I think it’s really fascinating that the memory about reaching out and asking for help came up last night. Just this week my therapist and I discussed my independent nature, my determination to do everything on my own. Then that night, the night before my mom’s surgery, I had dinner with some friends and students, and all three of them–unsolicited–said, “We really do want to help you if we can. You don’t have to do this alone.” Honestly, I don’t know if the conversations with my therapist and friends sparked the refrigerator memory or if the book exercise did. It really doesn’t matter. But I’m coming to believe that when it’s time for healing to happen, you get it from all angles. Misperceptions are corrected. The body shifts ever so slightly. Whatever needs to happen, happens. This is the mystery I’m always talking about, the idea that for all the problems life creates, it creates that many more solutions.

Quotes from CoCo (Marcus)

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A friend’s laughter takes us backward and carries us forward simultaneously.

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