So I’m back from India. Been back a couple of months, actually…
My Indian adventures are still in the process of being written up – some are finished already – but there’s heaps more to come!
I don’t mind telling you that India threw me for a loop. Or perhaps, several endless loops. Basically, it did my head in so much that I haven’t had, or been interested in a full-time job since I returned home.
I’ve this feeling though, that my being thrown for a loop is less about the concrete experiences I had in India, than the intangible ones… the living and breathing the same air as millions upon millions of others (India’s population will overtake China’s by 2028), and being hip-deep in a culture and a place that’s marinated in spiritual discourse for so long that it’s kind of invisible to the general masses.
There’s so much to unpack in my body, mind and spirit about my travels, in addition to my actual personal adventures. And there were so many of those!
I honestly don’t think I can see my whole trip clearly just yet!
But here’s a thing that happened when I got back, and once I was mostly over my Farewell From Ma India Super Duper Evil Illness From The Depths Of Hell (ohmygawdseriously!):
Are you ready for this?
I enrolled in kinesiology school!
I know, right? Who’d a thunk it?
Well, I did. Obviously. I’ve been getting kinesiology (and writing about it) for years now.
It’s been one of the most powerful contributors in my healing process, without a doubt. I tell everyone to go and get kinesiology!
But studying kinesiology myself!! It was one of those ideas that wasn’t obvious until it was already hitting me upside the head with a hardback dictionary.
Svasti! Go get yourself into kinesiology school! Since you love kinesiology so much, you might as well marry it!
Yep, that’s kind of how the thought process went once I was paying attention (hahaha, remember saying things like that as a kid?).
My plan was: go to India and then enroll in kinesiology school when I got home.
I was however, expecting a start date of around June or July and got the surprise of my life when I learned the next course was starting on that Saturday (I called up on the Tuesday); a mere three weeks after my plane touched down.
It felt like the stars were aligning. I’d my interview with the principal on the Wednesday and then three days later: I was a student once more.
AND studying something I’m so ding-dang excited about that my entire face (lips, nose and cheeks) literally tingled all of that first weekend. :)
The basic qualification for kinesiology is the Certificate IV which finishes in December, and if I choose to I can start working as a kinesiologist when I graduate. Squeeeee!
Then there’s the Diploma (another 1.5 years!!) and my intention at this stage is to enroll in that next year. There’s a further Advanced Diploma I can do and I guess I’ll just have to see how I feel about that at the end of the Diploma.
So far, so good though. Three months on, I’m still loving the studies. A lot. We’re almost half-way through, or we will be after the end of our next study weekend.
BUT… it’s one of those learning environments that’s all about doing the work for yourself, first and foremost.
Kinesiology school is very much a pressure cooker for your “stuff”, and let’s just say I’m currently in a bit of hot water!
So let me tell you a story that’s really a bit of an analogy.
Do you remember when I tore my calf muscle and then re-tore it? Through slow and careful rehab (lots of massage and very gentle yoga), it got better. As did my debilitating autoimmune condition. But it was freakin’ hard work and I had to be super kind and considerate of myself. Which was more challenging than it should’ve been.
But it got mostly better. If I didn’t spend so much time standing on one leg doing balance poses in yoga, I’d never have noticed the slight but distinct wobble my right leg retained despite all the therapy.
That wobble has frustrated me VERY MUCH.
Of course, those who don’t spend much time doing one-legged standing poses would never see that wobble, right?
And that’s kind of what I’m talking about here, except with emotional healing.
Late last year when I was thinking about enrolling in kinesiology school, I asked my two lovely kinesiologists what they thought. I guess what I wanted to know was… had I done enough work? Was I ready for learning to be a kinesiologist myself?
Both those lovely ladies encouraged me, and so I felt confident. And I’ve done SO. MUCH. WORK. For so many years. A huge chunk of that work is documented in all the words I’ve written here.
So I knew I was pretty darn functional and healed and whole once more. Which is awesome, and I want to share those gifts of healing with others. :D
But going to kinesiology school is the difference between being the person who doesn’t spend much time standing on one leg, and being someone who does.
Suddenly, I noticed there was a “wobble” in my emotional world again. And funnily enough, it was connected to the physical wobble in my right leg. I’m being 100% serious!
And guess what? Now that I’m dealing with that hidden emotional stuff, my right leg wobble is no more. Kinesiology rocks!
And so the work continues. It always does though, doesn’t it? When we’re really honest with ourselves?
I’m being VERY courageous as I work through it, and this time I’m surrounded by a bunch of very caring and supportive people – the teachers and fellow students at my kinesiology school. It makes a hell of a difference.
I’ll share a bit more of what’s been coming up real soon, right here on this blog.
Because this is/always has been a safe place for all of my heaviest “stuff”, and this is some of the heaviest stuff I have.
Thanks as always, for being the small but caring group of readers that still visits this place. Even though I don’t know you all personally, your support is invaluable.
~ Svasti x