Month: July 2022

To walk a unique path means that you do not match others nor fit predefinitions.

It can mean you are at risk for not belonging and may even experience repeated homelessness.

It can also bring great rewards because you might be a groundbreaking innovator.

It’s just a matter of time before the pendulum swings your way after long and arduous journeys.

I am ready and waiting for such positive yield that’s been debating.

I prize collaborations where I have space to contribute my way.

The cats must go there.

The plants must go there.

Our stuff must go there.

We and the dogs go there.

Floating like rif-taf on the sea.

I take risks in writing here, unsure what other people will think of me.

Doing so provides a sense of comfort in that I am chronicling my growth and striving so that I can see and acknowledge my efforts – yet, it also adds a unique level of anxiety which I must make sure balances to gain by benefits.

I also write here because I never want to again experience a lifetime invested relationship that just gets corrupted and crumbles into nothing.

Entropy was allowed to win over truth and light’s decree: to avoid this, my partner must better know me.

Being on campus for receiving physical therapy, it strikes me how close I am to such parallel realities which could see me back in school again, further pursuing dreams.

But, to cross over into these scenes requires that the rewards must be greater than the efforts – as I just cannot afford to misplace my time and energy to any growth that is less than worthy.

There is an ageist belief that at 50 the body just begins breaking down, heading toward decay.

But, I do not think this is what is going on with me: it’s more like battle-weary muscle torsions and chemicals still carried in the system are weighing on me.

If I can figure out how to get a clear path of integral internal smooth functioning again, I believe the rest of a needed purge will just follow.

It takes an understanding of what brought me to this condition, and a willingness to let go of it – to the point of adapting my internal matrices.

Some people have “their ducks in a row,” yet I find that I am still finding my way.

I was sharing with a fellow professional how it feels like my life is one of disparity, where I give good to others externally but am sloshing about through the bad, personally.

She told me that she has been hearing this as a common theme recently from many others who give so much to society.

She blamed it on “late stage Capitalism,” but worldwide there is much of this same tyranny where healthcare providers cannot afford nor obtain housing stability.

Her imagination was readily sparked by the light within others, and when she recognized a kindred heart, it was difficult for her emotions to not start questing.

Maybe this time around, she should just focus on building friendships and do her best to avoid that internal dialogue.

It would be a new experience to have many.

She must not let herself settle for a man still entrapped in the baser needs: she needed one to compliment her passion for life’s complex synergies.

What we see as tasks to accomplish end up being greater elements toward an imagined future becoming manifest reality. I would just like the processes themselves to be more interesting – rather than the usual grind of billing and physical labor.

What she wanted and aimed for kept getting diverted by circumstancial currents redirecting her focus toward tasks in other directions which gave illusory promise of better stability – but in the interim served as continual disruption propelling her through realms into the unknown.

Having reached for, held onto, nourished, and tended love – only to have it slip through her fingers like grains of sand again and again: she no longer knew how best to pursue it.

I have seen many amazing souls burn fiercly bright – then burn out and fade away.

I guess it is up to me to carry on their legacy by claiming my own passions and cultivating this slow growing light that will eventually illuminate forever.

I know what it feels like to have loved and invested, and then to see that love given to another who wasn’t part of the process.

I guess love does not discriminate, but causes our actions to pay it forward. Yet, if we each commit to it, perhaps we will receive our custom-tailored rewards.

I have no interest in being dragged back into the past – assaulted, bruised, and deeply cut while spiritually bleeding.

The little that I have read on this process is that subcutaneous fat cells are killed and then they flush out through the lymphatic system.

Hmm.

What I find interesting is the idea of perhaps losing some unresponsiv-to-exercise fat cells with the idea being that toxins, hormones, cortisol, and other chemicals can often get stored in the cells.

It has been documented that sometimes when people begin losing weight, such molecules may release back into the system – which further inhibits weight loss and healing

Therefore, what if this process helps a person to not only lose physical “weight” but psycological weight because those chemicals that affect both get flushed, as well?

But, if “melted,” would this adequately nullify such chemicals, or would the process suddenly dump too much and shock the system?

If this process served to cause no harm, coukd it be a way to bypass the body’s normal resistance to breaking free from an unhelpful mode within current “homeostasis?”

Muscles do not lose their ability to “bounce back” to some degree unless their has been actual tearing or distruptive trauma, for example.

Most of the time, decreese in movement capability and chronic tension is from the muscle bundle fibers getting stuck /andor ensnared into adjoining muscles’ drama.

I have reached a level now, for which I am grateful, to where I am beginning to interact with other local therapists.

It is only natural that by experiencing each other’s modalities that we each come away with some aspect of the other’s techniques that we like and will integrate into our own methodologies (though with customized tweaking) to enhance our individualized effectiveness with clients.

Therefore, for the purpose of public proof that I am the originator of and continuer of further development of its capabilities, I state here that the phrase name and techniques used within “Rocking Compression” are my own creation and thus copywritten.

Having been through, and continuing to go through, too much to catch up with myself, I have to now label myself as unable to remember names due to head trauma – although when someday things calm again, I know I will be able to amend this.