When my father died, he left me a will written more than 40 years earlier. He and my mother and my maternal grandparents were all pack rats. It was a house and two barns and ten years worth of some mail. A mess.
After working on it for a year, I felt like I was in knots and couldn’t relax. I was quite sick of counseling and wanted to do body work instead. I found a massage person and worked with him for over a year.
On the first visit he talked to me and then had me stand and walk around. “You are head forward and your toes are gripping the floor.” “I am not!” I said, lifting my toes. He was right, though. I had to relearn how to walk for two weeks, lifting my toes up.
I went to see him once last spring, knotted up again. I thought I was much better at unknotting during the work. I asked, “So am I pretty relaxed?”
He laughed. “You’re NEVER relaxed. Your baseline is 7/10 but you notice that you are tight when you get up to a 9 or 10.” He said that relaxed was 1-3.
I was hurt and annoyed. All that work and he’d never said that and never given me tools. I tried to contact him by email but he either didn’t remember what he said or just wouldn’t deal with it.
I was grumpy.
Meanwhile in clinic, I was teaching the breathing technique to try to relax, to go from sympathetic fight or flight, to parasympathetic. Breath in for a slow count of 4 seconds, then out for a slow count of 4 seconds. I thought, well, I should do it more too. I decide that when I wake up, I will do the breathing technique.
It promptly put me back to sleep. I have used slowing my breathing to go to sleep. I also had three years in college and after where I did daily zen meditation, facing the wall, on a zafu, for forty minutes. Add my flute playing and singing in chorus for the last 24 years and I can do the count way past four. My mind, however, is a very busy place, and meditation often felt like letting a cage full of crazy monkeys out. They all wanted attention. My understanding of zen is that I am supposed to let the monkeys show up but not hold on to them, converse with them, or let them hold the floor. Return to the breath.
When we wake up, we have a cortisol burst in the morning. It gets us going. I am pretty sure that I have some adrenaline too. The slowed breathing calms that right down. According to the pain clinics, twenty minutes of slowed breathing calms almost everyone down into the parasympathetic state. I don’t think that the high Adverse Childhood Experience people are used to parasympathetic. Honestly, looking at the movies and television and video games, I think our culture is not used to it either.
The breathing in the morning is working. My neck and shoulder muscles are more relaxed (in spite of computer use). Maybe I am down to a 5/10! That would be huge progress, right?
And my muscles love the climbing walls, too. Not that I am that good at it, but my muscles really like the intensity and focus. It is so different from clinic, where everything is focused on listening to the patient, typing as they talk, watching, sensing, trying to get a handle on what is happening with them. The wall is like clinic in focus, but my whole body is involved and there is lots of reaching and stretching out of that contained focus.
Sol Duc seems to be good at slow breathing. Cats go from 1/10 to 10/10 in just a heartbeat, or that’s my impression.
There is no alabaster in this house. Not a bit. Perhaps I will meditate on that.
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