Here’s what I say a lot: “Is it ok if I put my thumb in your pelvic crease?” No one, not a single person, not even modest Minnesotans in front of other modest Minnesotans, has ever said no. And I’ve been doing this work for a long time, with a healthy dose of uplifting success, people genuinely feel better after working with me, more connected to their True Selves.
Until today, until my mother.
“Get that damn strap away from me,” she says, vehemently wiping out almost a decade’s worth of positive work. “See the pain as resistance and accept the invitation to its opposite,” I suggest softly. “And breathe”….Peace is really elusive as Bevie holds her breath at the end of the inhale right after swearing at me.
So I go for broke: “You live with this pain all day every day, don’t you want to release it?” The response is yes, but the total answer humbles. “Sus, sometimes gratitude is work.” I agree, because what else can I do, I’ve been there, I’ve felt that, I’ve wanted to be someone else…
We laugh, Bevie and I, somehow surprised by how much of who we truly are is reflected outward, through one another and then inward, straight through our hearts. Mother and daughter, partners in the best sense of the word; making space, accepting the revelations, confronting, cultivating, witnessing a new peace.
Bevie lies back on the mat one more time: She tries hard to look comfortable “Ok,” I say. “Here we go….”