Posted by: drjamm | May 2, 2009

Mountain healing: Part 1

If you don’t try to fly,
and so break yourself apart,
you will be broken open by death,
when it’s too late for all you could become.

– Rumi

jamm@brightheartsinging.wordpress.com

It was the final week of the ski season last weekend when — finally — I felt a solid healing occur in my body. Inspired by breathing sparkling fresh mountain air and encouraged by the solid presence of the snow capped rocky peaks, a wounded part of me simply relaxed and then, moved by a kind of effervescent energy, dissolved back into my Whole Self. Aaaaah, what a lovely feeling of relief and release!

My story of healing began three years ago during the 2007 ski season when I fractured my knee . My ski accident happened at a very slow speed while I tried to make a gentle turn. I inadvertently moved one ski over the other and found my one leg stuck going straight ahead while the rest of my body twisted into my turn. The moment I fell, did a “face plant,” and eventually skidded to a halt, I knew I had given life to a new emotional part of myself, a “hurt-once-but-never-again” alter ego, a self-part that came fully alive and would have many anxious conversations with me in the years to come. While I had no name for this injured self-part at the time, I’ll now name her, Wounded-Self so that I may better tell ‘our’ collaborative story of struggle and healing.

101_0130Less than a week after I badly hurt my knee, I and Wounded-Self were sitting together having tea in a market (because I could actually feel this injured self-being outside of my Self, having a conversation with me, I say ‘we’ were sitting ‘together’ having tea); ‘we’ saw two people lightly run up a nearby staircase to go from the shops on one market level to the next. “Look at that couple just running up the stairs,” groaned Wounded-Self, “while ‘we’ sit here no longer able to even walk.” Just like that, after one accident, I had become a member of the not-able-to-walk population. I was non-ambulatory — non-bipedal —  a one-legged hopper.

In that moment, while I was sitting with my leg in a cast and still nursing a fat lip and bruised nose from falling on my face, I first identified as a disabled person. While putting my painful leg up and leaning my crutches against the chair, I started to grieve the loss of ease in getting around my world. And I started to pity myself. Meanwhile, the shopping people strolled by without giving a moment’s thought to their blessing of being able to walk. I was very deeply humbled to have lost my membership in the “walkers” club. I was physically and emotionally impacted by my new realization that I belonged to the no-longer-able-to-walk group. My morale was shaken up by this sobering realization. And since the medical doctors had not yet revealed to me the extent of my injury, I was still uncertain if I would heal well enough to walk properly again.

caution2Of course, I was only temporarily injured and my very wise body went about knitting my bones back together. Immediately after the accident, I dedicated myself to a natural healing regime that worked so well that I was up and walking without a limp before my 6-week follow-up x-ray (the time when patients are usually given permission first put down their crutches and begin rehabilitation). Wounded-Self and I worked very well during that six-week mending time, ‘both of us’ intuiting what manual therapies and nutritional adjustments would be best for ‘us’. Wounded-Self was quite honestly a brilliant rehabilitation coach. “Massage here; eat this; avoid that; take a hot bath; apply an ice pack,” came Wounded-Self’s directions everyday during my six-weeks of bone healing. I could tell I was healing rapidly — much quicker that any doctor would expect — with this close attention to Wounded-Self’s health care instructions, so I completely surrendered to Her wisdom and complied with every request. I am still in awe of how well and how fast my body met the challenge of healing my fractured knee. In fact, my knee is even healthier now than it was before my accident as a result of the excellent care I gave it.

…end of “Healing on the Mountain: Part 1.”  Read my next blog entry, “Healing on the mountain: Part 2” for the conclusion.

Today, may  your Wise Voice have news that brings you relief and release. Amen.

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101_0128Poem credit: I found a copy of Rumi’s poem excerpted above on http://www.poetseers.org/the_poetseers/rumis_poetry/be_with_those_who_help_your_being/?searchterm=broken Be with those who help your being, Ode 2865 Translation by Coleman Barks.

Photo credit – photos by jamm @ brightheartsinging.wordpress.com

bright heart singing, copyright 2009 – jamm. Creative commons attribution, non-commercial sharing only (translation: feel free to quote me in context or use this entry but please always credit me for my work, thanks.) https://brightheartsinging.wordpress.com

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