Re: Emotions and self-observation
It's interesting you mention that because I've started bodywork a few months ago and foot reflexology and rolfing less than a month ago. I really think it helped bringing out emotions.
During a session, about three weeks ago, the massagist started focusing on a knot in my back, at the same time she told me to breath "in" this spot and to let it go out, suddenly I was a child, I was in pain and looking up at my parents for help. When I looked up and saw their faces they had no eyes, only hollow black holes.
Simultaneously a whole emotional process was taking place and I was living the fact that their love, their care, their nurturing (giving you a look, attention) had never been here because they simply were not able to (having no eyes).
Then the massagist went to another knot in the back a bit higher than the previous one, I breathed in and this overwhelming question came: "why?" along with those feelings of unfairness, despair, being unjustified, abandoned.
Finally the massagist moved to a third knot in the back, even higher, that's when the tears started to flow, there were grievance tears, grieving the love of my parents that had never been here. But after this phase the feeling changed and I started to get filled with this strong warm feeling of having always been loved, infinitely and unconditionally loved.
This part is difficult to describe intellectually and the only solution I found to convey it is this poem that I wrote right after the massage session.
Massage and bodywork has helped me tremendously in accessing my "inner wounded child" in my life. It had such an impact that I became a bodyworker myself and I'm witnessing emotional releases with some the people I work on at times.
Recently I finished a 10-series of Rolfing for the second time in 5 years.
It's interesting you mention that because I've started bodywork a few months ago and foot reflexology and rolfing less than a month ago. I really think it helped bringing out emotions.
During a session, about three weeks ago, the massagist started focusing on a knot in my back, at the same time she told me to breath "in" this spot and to let it go out, suddenly I was a child, I was in pain and looking up at my parents for help. When I looked up and saw their faces they had no eyes, only hollow black holes.
Simultaneously a whole emotional process was taking place and I was living the fact that their love, their care, their nurturing (giving you a look, attention) had never been here because they simply were not able to (having no eyes).
Then the massagist went to another knot in the back a bit higher than the previous one, I breathed in and this overwhelming question came: "why?" along with those feelings of unfairness, despair, being unjustified, abandoned.
Finally the massagist moved to a third knot in the back, even higher, that's when the tears started to flow, there were grievance tears, grieving the love of my parents that had never been here. But after this phase the feeling changed and I started to get filled with this strong warm feeling of having always been loved, infinitely and unconditionally loved.
This part is difficult to describe intellectually and the only solution I found to convey it is this poem that I wrote right after the massage session.