{"id":622,"date":"2020-03-21T13:22:41","date_gmt":"2020-03-21T17:22:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bodywelltherapies.com\/?p=622"},"modified":"2024-05-18T22:50:41","modified_gmt":"2024-05-18T22:50:41","slug":"622","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bodywelltherapies.com\/?p=622","title":{"rendered":"Isolation Day 7 COVID-19"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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I awake feeling lonelier than usual. I haven\u2019t had any physical contact with a human for seven days. I haven\u2019t touched anyone, and no one has touched me. My social media feed is full of anxiety and fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I realize that I am feeling anger, which is my way of warding off vulnerability. I hate being vulnerable, and I wish to be brave enough to have someone who will hold space for me to do what it is that I hate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It\u2019s drizzling outside, which is usually my favorite kind of day. I don\u2019t really want to get out, but I also see that if I\u2019m going to get any air, I need to do it before the rain ramps up. I\u2019m also attracted to the fact that the streets are empty and, despite my loneliness, the vacancy inviting me outside is comforting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The walk helps, but not much.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I don\u2019t feel like doing yoga today, but my body hurts from inactivity. My mind hurts from overactivity. I roll out my mat so I can just lie around and do some passive stretching, and suddenly I am compelled to do 108 sun salutations. It\u2019s been more than five years since I have engaged in the repetition of movement and breath that is 108. The urge is so strong that I don\u2019t even really consider it, my body is already in the flow before I make the mental commitment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have been avoiding deep practice for the past few weeks; not sure why, but sometimes it\u2019s just like that. The depth of the breath feels amazing, and I hope it will pull me into the present moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It doesn\u2019t take long for my body to tell me just how far away my last 108 was. My muscles are burning with the demand, and the internal friction intensifies. My mind is simultaneously raging and delighting in the forced tapas, and I haven\u2019t even completed the first twenty-five.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What strikes me the most is that the combined calm of the breath and fire in my body is not enough to shut off my mind. I analyze the reasons I am both triggered and shut down by the panic around me. I panic too, but I prefer to do it quietly. I was conditioned to emote in private.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Huh. This is a revelation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I feel anger that I have not let anyone in, and because of that, I am in isolation by myself. It doesn\u2019t make sense to me that I am isolating further by barely responding to calls or texts. I know people love me and support me, but I feel better if I don\u2019t have to be vulnerable to it. I want to be left alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Around the halfway mark, the heat inside is beading up on my skin. I haven\u2019t broken a sweat through my practice in a very long time, and it feels terrific. My body really hurts, and each forward fold brings a sensation I scarcely remember from a previous era of my practice. It\u2019s been well over a decade since I\u2019ve felt this kind of challenge through movement. It grounds me in a physical sense, exactly how I hoped it would, but I do not like it one bit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My mind eventually wanders away from self-analysis and into the wonders of the human body. My breath feels so deep, I am certain it is reaching the deepest alveoli\u2014oxygen exchange centers of my lungs\u2014cleaning out a stagnancy that has probably been there for years. The increase of systemic circulation called upon by my burning legs is pushing congestion toward the exits of my skin, kidneys, and exhale. Stress hormones are releasing in a therapeutically effective way. Floyd the cat hasn\u2019t budged from the ottoman in front of me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The 108th repetition is unceremonious, and I find my way to savasana as matter-of-factly as I took up the first salutation ninety minutes prior. I feel grounded for the first time in weeks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For my second outing of the day, I\u2019m in the drugstore, grateful that the shelf with Epsom salts is not empty. There are red duct-tape markers on the floor telling me where to stand as I wait in line to pay, so I opt for the self-checkout as a way to continue avoiding the personal contact I desperately desire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My bath is delicious. I lie flat in the tub with my legs crossed so I can immerse my head up to the corners of my eyes, nose, and mouth. I\u2019m listening to the melancholic tones of Pink Floyd through the muffling of the water around my ears. I continue to lie just like this, and pull out the drain stopper with my toes to feel the water pull at my skin on its way down the drain. I have never noticed this sensation before; the weight of my body feels to have doubled with the water\u2019s increased gravity, and there is an emotional grounding accompanying the physical sensation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The lightness left behind by the physical intensity of the day is short-lived, but I am encouraged by my body\u2019s quick response.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have been through worse than this.
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