Craniosacral therapy, just another day in the office

Who knew, craniosacral therapy actually helps with mind-related digestive issues! This is a year of bodywork firsts for me: reiki, acupuncture, new massage styles, and now cranio. I expected it to feel like reiki (which feels hot/tingly to me), but it was totally different, more like shifting and opening. One of our NDs wanted to practice her skills before offering the therapy to patients, and I offered up my body, cause I'm a sucker for this stuff. She mentioned feeling things move quite easily in my head (I noticed that too. My sinuses opened up instantly, and my teeth felt like they were floating) but were more stagnant in my belly. I mentioned all the stomach and digestive issues I've been having the past month due to anxiety, and she helped me work through it a bit. It was a good relief, and I felt my love of humanity returning. Dr. T is an impressive lady. She goes for a lot of the unscientific areas of alternative health, which made me wary when I first met her, but the more I get to know her the more I like her and think she's got some good skills and excellent intuition. Maybe I'm just a sucker for new beliefs, but I've enjoyed experiencing so many different therapies this year that challenge my underlying skepticism. Having worldviews shattered is fun!

Life picture: extra fine resolution

I miss New Zealand so badly right now. I had such a solid crew over there through the first break-up. I can't decide if this round is sucking so much more because of other social matters, because of extra job strain, or because things feel really final this time. I have to stop listening to chick music, it's killing me.

Anyway, I miss my crew. Maire just wrote to me and I can't wait to see her next week. Why did I ever leave? Because I wanted to build a career? Ha, who was I kidding. I'm not building anything. I'm running in place, staring at future/past/present me's sweaty back.

Aw yeah the cheesy beats of Supermen Lovers is liftin me back up. Things will settle soon. I'm going to NY in July. Mom tells me the sisters are already excited - I'm glad I have sisters. Also, campout season is starting. The first one is coming up the weekend after this one. Nature and music distract from all problems. If you distract yourself long enough, eventually it isn't a problem anymore (there might be a new one in its place though). Life keeps moving. It's a bunch of white noise from far away. Each separate pixel is a whole lot of something though.

I'm gonna buy me some IKEA love this weekend after the final stage of the move, and then see Cary sing. I desire red furniture and red love. I'm filling in the time the best I can, and waiting for the day when I can be still again.

Puppies are a subsitute for babies if you're a 28 year old woman.

I can feel it, summer is HERE. I spent the day outside drinking beer and dancing in the park. The puppies looked cute today.

G'night! The big move starts tomorrow.

Dog Story

After improv tonight (the final class, alas) I rode the BART back into the city with Ben, who told me the following story:

"My friend was dog-sitting for a couple weeks, and, during that time the dog died. She didn't have a car, so she placed the dead dog in a duffel bag and transported it via a muni bus to the vet for disposal and whatnot. This guy sits down next to her and asks her what's in the bag. She doesn't want to tell him it's a dead dog, so she says it's some musical equipment. It turns out he's a musician and very curious about what's in the bag, so she makes up this whole story about it being a nice set of drum parts. So they're chatting, and when he gets up to leave he grabs the bag and runs off. He steals a dead dog."

Ehehehehe.

It was a wacky class for sure. We were all trying to get in as much stage time as possible, and it was only our second go at long form, so 90% of the skits devolved into noise, with everyone on stage. Very confusing. It's interesting to see all the different ways things can go wrong when people aren't paying attention to each other. A lot of us are going to join the beginner troupe. I definitely definitely am! Improv is my life raft through these hectic times. I don't need a man, I have a crush on lady improv.

I'm looking over the summer schedule, and realizing I need to negotiate my way out of 2/3rds of my Saturday work days. I think I've been pretty good about sacrificing my Saturdays thus far, and hopefully won't have a problem convincing the docs that I deserve these weekends away. Hmmmm, I wonder, campouts + improv.... Could this be the contribution I've been looking for?!

What else what else....I went to my first roller derby bout on Saturday. BAD girls had their asses sliced and diced. It was very cool though. I'd never be able to handle the pain. Those ladies are tough! I volunteered beforehand to save money, and got to meet a lot of members in the league while we set up drinks tables. Sometimes being poor has its advantages.

On Sunday (after the monthly christ-it's-early volunteer shift) I went to How Weird alone. Of course, it's hard to be alone for long at a place that's such a freak magnet, and I bumped into several varieties of my favorite weirdos. I saw that plant-trees-save-earth guy. I swear the same people show up everywhere. My favorite interaction was with Philip, who told me how much they're looking forward to me moving in, and shared a good hug (hugs are always better in hoodies. Who is with me?) Hearts! I got a lot of good dancing in too, and returned home to find Matt and Cary back in the hood. And now Audrey is back in the hood too. Phew!

Ouch, I think I have to unsubscribe from F's photo feed for a while. Too painful.