Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Cleaning My Field
If you could see my energy field you would laugh. Or maybe you would cry, I'm not sure. There are legs and arms and tense necks, tight shoulderblades, disembodied, flying around and around me, suspended in the electro-magnetic field that surrounds my body.
There are achey feet and clenched jaws, furrowed brows, muscles bunched up all around the bottom ridge of the occiput. Sciatica, cramped gastrocnemia, carpal tunnel syndrome, "restless leg" syndrome, inflamed SI joints. In fact it's so crowded here in my energy field, following my busy work week, I can hardly see. I feel encased in a jungle of flesh.
I have good boundaries. I cleanse my chakras at the end of every work day, rigorously, religiously, even. Nevertheless, sometimes, during certain weeks such as the one just past, I become completely entangled in my work no matter how hard I try not to. I become enmeshed in the stiff muscles of the people I work with, trapped like a rat, as it were.
Today is my Saturday; today I will unwind. A walk with Jake, a nice bike ride, some errands completed, and doing laundry will help clear some of the detritus left over from the week. Any remaining disembodied limbs still floating around after all that will be banished this evening when I meet a friend for drinks and dinner. A day away from work, well spent and well intentioned, functions as an excellent energetic exfoliant.
I love my work and I love working hard, I do. And I love my clients, too. But I'm no Hindu deity in need of extra arms and legs. I do not need to hold close to me all the aches, pains and stresses of my clients. Be gone, all ye leftovers of the week! Vamoose! I mean it. Yeah.