Fingers work their way into my muscles.
“Let go” she tells me.
“Focus on your breathing. You soak up air like a sponge and don’t let go.”
Within minutes, mere minutes, this woman has put into words something that I have known but am not sure how to fix.
I am waiting to exhale. Yet, what is it that I am waiting for?
I am holding onto the air, not exhaling, not relaxing, not letting go…
My body begins to unwind as she moves from my head to my arms and then my legs – loosening and relaxing tissue as she moves. She comments on how tight I am, from head to foot, always reminding me to let go and to exhale.
Although I didn’t realize the extent of the strain my body is carrying, its taught nature doesn’t surprise me. Throughout the last year and a half, I have experienced a barrage of external thrusts and parries; and I have faced the challenge of maintaining my voice and strength when others deny my role and my place. While I have worked to hear and trust my inner voice again; to silence those of others; and to accept the world and its people as is emotionally, my body has waited patiently for its turn.
Now its turn has arrived.
Fingers pushed tension from between muscles.
Hands loosened joints and manipulated limbs.
While I worked to relax, to let go… and to breathe.
“The most important thing you can do is exhale.” Her words ring true. This is a reality I have known for months – I need to exhale. I need to breathe.
Much work has been accomplished this year – and now it is time to focus on my body, time to release the tension and regain my flexibility; it is time for me to breathe.
I am no longer waiting to exhale!
Jan offered a wonderful post on her Tranquility Tuesday - Don't Wait to Exhale. Thank you Jan!