Hello world!

Only the gentle breaths of 15-month-old Brianna, sleeping on the couch, and the whisshhhh of a heavy wind rattling the old windows of our little adobe house come to my ears.  I ‘should’ call my friend with whom I haven’t talked in a month, or my Mom, who is recovering from knee surgery, but it seems much more disciplined to at last start writing.  The screen page is blank and the room is silent.

The blog introductory materials say this is a photo blog. I am tempted to post the gorgeous pictures of my two sweet chubby-cheeked daughters, ages 5 and 1.  But I just turned off our local National Public Radio station and the warnings of a media professor who studies the effects of web and net media on children’s present and future privacy are ringing in my ears.  Maybe later.

“Bodywork.” “Energy Work.”  For now, I will outline – for myself, and perhaps some of this will make it to the web – the topics I’ll ramble over in this blog.  Massage therapy and bodywork.  I am a professional ‘bodyworker.’ People sometimes ask me not to use this term for my work – it sounds too much like a car, or it’s too “limiting.”  It may be limiting — the ‘body’ is the apparently solid, core structure from which and around which we organize our space.  But Mind, Spirit, and Energy still need good grounding.  The Christian tradition in which I was raised generally looks toward escaping to heaven when we leave this earthly body.  (My pastor dad read these passages differently, but that’s a longer discussion).  Even in the New Age movement which has nurtured the bio-energetic revolution that is transforming conventional medicine slowly but surely, so many people focus on escaping or downgrading this earthly material plane we inhabit.  People tend to elevate the spirit, making it ‘higher.’  The body? – A temporary casing… Yet, here we are, having this experience.  How do we make the best of it?  I integrate massage therapy with energy field work – using my awareness and intuition, as well as a kinesthetic feel for the knots, densities and clogged areas of the body, to help people release tension and painful patterns from their bodies and beings.

Parenting.  I have “coincidentally” read blogs by women (and a few men) that saved my self-esteem and sanity as I play and struggle and laugh and sometimes go into a corner and scream with this venture.  Children were a little-experienced side note in my life prior to Kaitlyn’s dramatic entrance into my life at 36.  I never thought to be first, for a year, a single mom – and then to marry her dad, who co-parented so well that I got in on the love, too!  And then – Brianna made her dramatic entrance with a quick, easy birth in the strong and competent way she already seems to handle everything.   Parenting… from the highly anxious realm of working from fight-or-flight mode to settling into calm patience punctuated by exasperated setting of boundaries.

Home Livin’.  My folks back in the Midwest gardened and canned almost everything we ate, at least on the vegetable/fruit front. We garden, too. The garlic scapes just appeared out of ‘nowhere’ it seems… How can that be possible when it’s barely June and I just got corn and squashes into the ground?! But I don’t live, eat, and breathe the garden as my summer… we love to bike ride, camp, hike, and enjoy the amazing mountain scenery that extends to our backyard… [picture]   My husband was smart enough to snap up this little property on the edge of town, complete with chokecherry and apricot trees, and plenty of space to garden and play.  Of course, that was before the advent of the kiddos, but it has worked well! I’ve planted raspberries and strawberries, and transplanted some tiny currant bushes from our surroundings.

And…spirituality and activism. I grew up Mennonite. In recent years it has occurred to me that some men I’ve met might have gotten a charge from dating someone they thought grew up in a bonnet and dress! Sadly, I’m just another mainstream American Christian with a twist of pacifist beliefs who got to test her chops in international conflict settings in Haiti and Hebron, and here at home in inner-city Chicago, as well as in Lakota Sioux Country. Since my family migrated to South Dakota in the 1870s, the stint here at home brought “home” in a powerful way how land, water, and access create the most sticky, painful conflicts. The experience with Lakota teachers, followed by massage school and energy medicine instructors, awakened a new awareness of how the world functions and exists – and we’re back to spirit and matter. Baby breaths and wind blowing.  Gardens and massage therapy.

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