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the Micro Tuning...(time reveals space)

Some of us bounce out of bed, ready to attack the world...

Some of us slowly crawl, rub, manipulate, ache, poke and prod, massage and coax. 

And others have a team of professionals that help us care for our whole body wellness so as we age, 

we can gracefully flow through our days with ease and contentment... 

mornings, evenings, 

our whole busy, filled days. 

I used to tell my students in Sanford that my triad of wellness professionals was my massage therapist Crystal, my chiropractor Andre and my vitamins and supplents guru, Mary. 

Crystal could get so deep under my shoulder blade to work out those 400 weekly chaturangas... 

the tinest shift allowing her access to deep rooted tension. Tension that built to no patience, edginess... even anger at times. 

Andre could make one tiny adjustment and all my strange pains like my left middle toe or a tweaky shoulder,  disappear. He could even adjust my collar bone for a micro breath enhancement. What yogi doesn’t love that? 

Mary created a combination of magnesium malate, Vitamin D and several other supplements for my dull muscular pain in my left hip. We micro adjusted dosages until we found the magic combination. Patience and micro tuning...

But then life happens...

We sacrifice our own care for that of others.  

Our families, obligations, and work. 

We miss one appointment, we “forget” to pick up our supplements or reschedule appointments because of school engagements or social responsibilities. 


ever so slowly

our healing path takes a detour. 

So subtly, our enthusiasm for life fades. 

Our responsibilities become a little more burdensome. 

Our stress level increases. 

Our patience decreases. 

Our micro adjustments working in reverse. 


an unwanted call comes in

a fussy child demands more

a responsibilty gets forgotten

a seed of doubt starts to wiggle. 

Tiny aches seep in. 

We forget small details. 

We lose patience a little to quickly. 

The small micro adjusting we may have committed to in the past, seems momumentous at times. 

There is just no time...

Our society is so preoccupied with time. We have four hundred clocks around us everyday... we check them perpetually. 

I am not sure whether we do this to see if we can cram one more thing into our already overflowing day or if you are like is an obsession over not being late (my dad taught me “if you are not 15 minutes early wherever you are going, you are late”). 

But these clocks...

They rush us...the make us anticipate the future... 5 minutes from now or five hours. 

They pull us out of the present moment... with our kids, 

or our pets or work... 

our mates.  

“Hurry up” is our mantra... 

Often to the point that we multitask to get more done in a compressed amount of time. 

Clocks make it impossible to be still... 

In this moment. 

In this space. 

We check the time

(We hop on that mental train...)

“I have to do _______ at __________ (time). 

I won’t have time to do x, y,z...”

A time shift came within me when my daughter was born. The nurse and I almost came to blows when she asked me to take off my watch. Bare bottomed, free as the day I was born in front of complete stirrups, no less. I had no argument at all  even though I am as modest as the day is long but... I. Will. Not. Give. Up. My. Watch! 

But after an obscene wrestling match, pleads and even tears, she won out. (Well she did hold the pain meds that ensured my comfort during delivery) When we returned home from the hospital, my watch was MIA. Stressed about this but more so exhausted from nursing and rocking and wiping and loving... 

I just let the search for my watch fall by the wayside. It didn’t matter...I wasn’t even leaving the house. I was on baby time. No where to be late to. No one needed me but her.  I was singing at 3 am. Sleeping at 10 am. Eating when I could.  

Don’t even ask about bathing...

Time meant nothing.... Only my child and all those breaths and sighs and hugs we shared. My obsession with time fell away. 

My pace slowed. My mindfulness increased. My patience compounded daily. My laughter lighter. My smile more genuine. My heart at peace.