Saturday is my first official Polarity Therapy. Sure, I've had energy work before, I mean it's 2007 for christ's sake, who hasn't? Okay, I know, most people haven't, but I have - and it has gone by many names with the guardianship of several extremely talented practicitioners and always been a wonderful experience.
None of these past experiences though, ever made mention outwardly of Polarity. Polarity? On Saturday I'm having actual, full-on, as it's "designed" to be practiced Polarity Therapy. Who knew? This is a whole new level of engagement I never thought I'd reach, but tonight during the first full moon of the new year - after a horrendously humbling yoga class during which my right foot paralyzed and crumbled and cramped and froze and gave out on me for nearly an hour and a half leaving me by the end exhausted, shaking, pained, and exhausted - on this full moon night, this beautifully sullen Cancer wondered out loud, "Can I make an appointment for some energy work." The reply was, "No, Polarity Therapy. How's Saturday?" And like that, I had an official Polarity Therapy appointment.
Oh, joyous Polarity Therapy, with its aura-cleansing, energy-unblocking, broken-heart-healing powers - Saturday won't come soon enough!
Of course, Saturday is his birthday. Figures. My crying beta male's energy will be written all over my unbalanced energy field. I'll stumble into the Polarity Therapy studio more like a flopping fish (a Piscses!) than a scuttling, self-assured crab. The practicioner will scoop me up in her net of powerful calming energy and, an hour later, pour me out on the floor still flopping and no where near balanced or unblocked. All the while I'll be breathing in ohm while breathing out him.
Sad. His polarity to me (Capricorn is to Cancer as Yin is to Yang) will invade my Polarity Therapy. All of this determined on the first full moon of this new year.
Breathing in I am ohm, breathing out I am fish. Flop.
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