Creative Therapy

Urban Gods + Demons

Urban Gods + DemonsA Journal Entry
From Founder + CEO, Denmo Ibrahim

One of the things I love about traveling is it gets me out of my routine. But that's also the thing that urks me the most -- I easily fall out of my "morning yoga, daily mediation, home cooking, asleep by 10" routine -- for something that is unexpected and welcomed, for the most part.

On this winter trip to the east coast, in a nutshell, my neck went out, I came down with a cold, and my sleep was restless.  Not to complain, I love being out and about but it's hard not having the comforts of home.  In fact it's something I always struggle with when I'm on the road. I genuinely love to set up situations where I can be surprised into a kind of realization but sometimes it's not so comfortable.  When my neck went out I spent a good time rolling on the floor and crying. The release was just what I needed.  I decided since I was feeling so miserable, I'd get a massage  (yes it's true, even I forget how essential bodywork is and that it's not solely for pain relief but an excellent tool for pain prevention).

Now as a therapist,  I admit I am pretty selective about the work I receive.  I've learned at this point in my life to be vocal and unabashedly candid in what I want or need from a session.  I made my requests clear to my therapist, "This hurts, I'm sad, and I may cry at some point.  She seemed cool with all that.  After all it was my session -- I was shelling out the dough and I'll be fo' shizzle to get the kind of session I want.

In the end, I was surprised by how therapeutic the experience was. She listened.  I spoke up.  My mind quieted.  My body healed.  I was reminded of how simple it is to go out of whack and feel like the end of the world has indeed arrived.  And then how quickly we can return to a state of calm, love, and open surrender.  But I was truly out of mind for a good few hours.  Luckily I touched back into sanity with intention, the breath, and a really good 90 minute massage that I had played an active part in.

So I'm on the mend now - life isn't an extreme anymore.  In fact, I dare to say I'm pretty happy and stoked to be in this waking body even with all its aches, pains, and sirens for attention.

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