Thursday, April 2, 2009
A part of my internship for clinical massage therapy included work with cardiac patients less than an hour after they came out of open-heart surgery. The work was a very specific protocol of gentle compressions on the lower legs to help regulate circulation. (Normally there are machines that do the squeezing, but as part of a study we were allowed to add a human component to the recovery process.)
I loved the work, but always felt, at the end of one of those shifts, like some ancient Sumerian mythical character who journeys to the Underworld. I have no language to describe the energy fields of those patients. Post-surgery energy is completely unfamiliar - to me, but also (it seemed) to the patient as well.
Another one of my clients has taken a turn for the worse. Somehow the family has convinced someone(s) at the hospital to twist the rules (perhaps money changed hands?) so that I can visit my client in the Intensive Care Unit. I'm being given ten minutes to sit with my client. What am I supposed to do with those ten minutes? I have no idea, and I've promised nothing to the family of my client. But I'm going to go, even if only to soothe the family members, make them feel like someone who cares will be close-by for a few minutes. Also I have to admit, I'm curious. It's been ten years since I visited the Underworld. How will it seem to me today?
What does a person do to prepare for a journey to the Underworld? My strategy included double meditation time this morning, a half hour of "Ohm"-ing (I was so loud that my sinuses felt like they were rattling. After about three minutes of this uber-Ohming, the dog went to hide in the bathroom). Step three? warrior pose. I'm going to pray all the way to the hospital, asking for divine guidance, divine wisdom, and divine love. I will gather my spirit guides around me, stand up tall and walk with confidence into that scary room. I hope!
I'm very grateful to have fortified myself this week with all that cherry blossom energy. I also saw the Sufi acupuncturist yesterday; I'm sure that will help. I'm ready as I'll ever be. Wish me luck?
See you on the flip side!