Posts Tagged ‘Personal’

More on Vulnerability

Saturday, December 3rd, 2011

A friend pointed me to this excellent Ted Talk by Brene Brown. Apparently, I’m not alone in my struggle with vulnerability, and the data shows it’s good for us. Enjoy!

Old Wounds, New Progress

Tuesday, November 22nd, 2011

I had a great experience today in my own “healing process”.

I have been recently moved to tackle (again) a tricky knee I’ve been struggling with since about the age of 13 or 14. For the past year or so it has kept me from riding my bike and doing my yoga, as both activities created an all-day ache in both my knee and my sacroiliac joint which was distracting at best and truly painful at worst. I had arthroscopic surgery as a high school junior, I did Physical Therapy exercises both originally and again a few years ago, I tried to strengthen my core with Pilates, I have had excellent bodywork, and thought really hard about what the freaking deal was, with no real success.

Over the past few months I have been working with Michael Hahn who is an excellent Visceral Manipulation therapist here in Seattle. His work with the subtle connections of the finer fascial structures of my body have been fascinating and helpful– an extremely gentle session in my psoas/ilacus on that pesky right side felt like it was the beginning of a new possibility for that leg/hip/knee.

Michael encouraged me to go see Sue Knowles at Movement Systems Physical Therapy, and I felt ready, so I did.

I always enjoy a good opportunity to learn something new from a practitioner with a different skill set. With the first session, I got to try some new ways of standing and walking that were awkward, but interesting. I could also feel that what she was asking me to do wasn’t completely possible for my body– I knew enough to know I wasn’t doing it exactly right, but I did the best I could, and brought questions to my session today. She could see the difficulty I was having and after some testing and walking she began to do some gentle fascial work in my lower leg, asking me to let the leg melt down as she worked. (That’s something I would do!)

I tried, and could feel the resistance in my body. My Somatic Experiencing training tells me that resistance like that is containing something, usually something difficult, uncomfortable, probably something that once overwhelmed me and felt like it needed to be contained. I worked at it, feeling into that resistance while Sue continued to gently work my leg and foot.

I told her that there was a deep anxiety in that leg, and she agreed. She had me lay supine on the table for a bit more work, and in that position I continued to explore the resistance in my leg, the holding I could feel right up next to my bones. Gentle waves of sadness started washing through me; I mentioned them and Sue asked whether the knee had prevented me from doing things I would have wanted to do in my youth, or at other points in my life. “Yes, I suppose it did, but this feels more like vulnerability than loss”, I said. A couple of little tears worked their way out of my eyes, but I was maintaining curiosity, staying present with the desire to release my deeply anxious leg into a new way of supporting me.

Next she had me try a new exercise, a relatively simple hands-and-knees exploration of fine motor control in the hip, asking my femur to track straight back as I moved towards child’s pose with my sitz bones wide, and in trying to get there with her, I was suddenly completely overwhelmed with a distinctly young teenaged feeling of absolute confusion, fear, and misery. I was somehow facing my stepmom, the social realm, my own awkward existence and the need to justify it, and I had to stop the exercise to allow those feelings to move through me. Sue was kind enough to give me some space to do that, while remaining present enough that I didn’t feel abandoned or weird.

After a few minutes, I felt like trying again. This time, I could move into the exercise much more easily, the confusion and pain was gone, and my femur simply slid into place, going almost all the way down correctly where before I could only go about 25% of the way before being pulled off track.

That felt pretty huge to me. I have been abstractly aware for a long time that that leg contained some measure of my own sense of vulnerability, but being intellectually aware only goes so far. Having a skilled practitioner ask me to move in a very specific way that confused me, and allowing myself to experience my own vulnerability within that confusion, THAT might get me somewhat farther. I hope so, anyway; I’d really like to ride my bike to work again.

I’ll keep you posted. bk


Saturday, September 4th, 2010

I have just arrived home from a lovely family camping trip out on the Olympic Peninsula, cut slightly short by the urgent need to have my appendix surgically removed. A midnight trip to the Olympic Medical Center in Port Angeles, WA, determined this, and after a quick and clean laproscopic surgery, I spent about 30 hours in their care while I grappled with the incredibly vulnerable feeling of unfamiliar pain, dizziness and nausea (pain meds do that to me). I’m not particularly skilled at allowing myself to be vulnerable, but there are some situations in which you have no choice. I believed them when they told me it would get better, and it did. I trusted the kind nurse who looked me right in the eye when I told her I was scared and said, “It will be ok.” I rallied myself to get up and walk because they said it was going to help, that nothing but getting up was going to make getting up any easier, and they were right. Now I’m on my own couch, occasionally getting myself up to take slow, hobbling loops around my own garden, wondering how long it will take before I am able to take some of this experience back into my work with me. Hopefully not too long.

One of my clients told me once that when she had had a surgery years ago, she did a lot of mental preparation for it, trying to prep her body for the necessary but invasive medicine it was about to receive. She also said that she had decided to attach some other stuff to the little part of her that was being removed– pieces she thought she might like to let go of, like resentment or anger over things she couldn’t change. As I lay there in the ER contemplating my own surgery, high on Dilaudid, I was trying to imagine any of the more metaphysical elements I might want removed along with my appendix. I decided that fear, the kind that holds me back, but not the kind that protects me, was welcome to hitch a ride with that inflamed little organ. It’s a nice idea anyway.

Tonight they burn the “Man” in the Black Rock Desert in Nevada, an event I have been attending about every other year since 2002. It is essentially a big shared ritual recognizing the same desire– burn what is not serving you in a big giant fire and go on with your life a little bit lighter. I’m obviously not there this year (thank goodness), but I do hope that you all are able to let go of whatever you don’t really need in some small way tonight as that big fire blazes in the desert.

Feeling grateful for what I’ve got! Bevin

Keely/Hammer 2009 News

Monday, January 4th, 2010

Only 3 days into the new year and I have already followed through on one big resolution: to get my wedding photos up on line and get the end-of-year-letter substitute done. For your edification and enjoyment, my friends: The Year 2009.
The Huck’s Horse video is now working.
Happy New Year!