Hello from my upper thigh.
If my body and I were on a phone call last week at yoga, it would've sounded something like this...
(Body dialing phone...brrrring...brrrring...brrrring...)
No one picking up.
(Body trying again...brrrring...brrrring...brrring...)
No one picking up again.
Body: Oh, THANK GOD! Finally! Where have you been for the past 10 years? We haven't connected in forever?
Me: Well, you know, I've been really busy. I have two kids, a job, and then there's laundry, and the dishes... I feel like I have a better relationship with the people at Target than I do with you.
Body: Yea, I know you're busy... But I miss you.
Me: I miss you too.
Body: Look, I know we've been through a lot together... All the painful surgeries, the natural childbirth, the rape... I get it. It's probably easier not to pick up the phone when I call, but, I think we need to talk.
***Cue the pigeon pose and speech from Kevin about how we hold all our emotional baggage in our hips and even deeper in our fascia... How this pose in particular can sometimes lead to emotional releases...
Me: Wow, that's really interesting. I'm going to have to have to google that when I get home... Hmmm... wonder if fascia is spelled how it sounds...
Me: HOLY SHIT, WHY THE HELL AM I SOBBING??? The rest of the class is like three poses ahead...can't...stop...crying...
Body: Hey hun... You okay?
Me: Yea... It's just good to hear from you again.
Body: I know... Thanks for picking up.