I went to my chiropractor appointment today. I arrived to find only one person in the waiting room – surprising really given how hopping that place can be. “Do you want to go lay on the bio-mat?” the receptionist asked. “Sure, why not” I replied. This mat lays atop of a massage table where I lay on a buckwheat filled pillow and my feet are propped by a tubular pillow. The room was dark, silent, and had perfect calming energy in it. I’m sure they would credit either the aromatherapy in the room or the salt lamp. Fuck, I didn’t care. I laid there and focused on my breathing – letting my eyes close, my hands lay facing up. In and out – forcing all of the bullshit from my day to flow away. In and out – I felt myself sink into the table. My breath which was having to be forced in and out started settling into a slow, calm rhythm. I was heaven. I know how to meditate. It is just hard sometimes to find the place – the calm – to do it. Not today. I had wondered how much time was passing then let go of that thought too – enjoyed my time – relaxing deeper. It was heaven.
Then I went in to get adjusted. He looked at me like he was reading my body language or something even though I was just sitting there. He adjusted this and that – then started “talking to my body”. “Why are you frustrated?” he finally asked. “My job is frustrating – I am expected to perform with the support – without the proper setup of the project – and when things aren’t going right because of what they have given me – it’s my fault.” “Ah, so you feel it’s unfair ….let me check,” he asked my body some more things – “yeah, it’s unfair. Do you feel it’s personal?” “Nah, it’s the way they operate – if anything they expect more from me because I am good at doing a lot with nothing – but this time I couldn’t fix it.” He made some more adjustments telling me when to breath in and out – then made me say aloud “I will stop keeping my work stress in my body – I release it” I said it but screwed it up – he laughed and said close enough. “No remember that,” he said as he sent me from the room.
What a weird fucking visit – weird and perfect.