Where Do Emotions Live?

Where Do Emotions Live?

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So…
I found this handy-dandy chart online and then I immediately lost the next two hours looking at the different energy centers—and self diagnosing.

Oh… anger is stored there…interesting…that explains SO much.

That old pit in the stomach. Fear. I knew that.

Shoulder and neck pain? Yeah, me too, like every day of my life. Carrying the weight of the world?
Hey! Me too! Wait a minute, If I’m carrying the world’s weight—and you are too—why does mine feel so freaking heavy?

I remember certain Yoga classes where a pose or a stretch would send me into an emotional tailspin, unleashing the Kraken and freeing up all the pent-up junk that had taken up residence inside my hips, torso and thighs. I would always feel a hundred percent better after class, a good cry, and an Epsom salt bath.

Yoga is great if you’re looking to release stored emotions. So is exercise. And dance. Anything that moves the body.

Rolfing is good too. Rolfing is a very deep tissue massage, you know, the kind that hurts so good. I don’t ever think I’ve left a Rolfing session without crying—partly from the pain, and partly due to the deep emotional release it triggers.

And that’s the thing you guys. You WANT to release those stored emotions, otherwise there’s a very good chance they’ll make you sick.

So get out there! Dance! Do some yoga! Walk in nature! Release! Release! Release!

Okay, I’m off to get a shoulder massage. I need to set the weight of the world down, just for a little while.

Carry on,
xox

4 Comments
  • dominator says:

    According to that chart, I have some of that residual stuff all over my trunk and we haven’t gotten to the head and limbs.
    I’ll dance my way back to bed and start the day again! 8^))

    PS: Done Rolfing. Three with Ida in 1969 and twelve follow ups with one of her trainees. Most painful thing (on every level) I’ve ever done purposefully.
    Never again!

    • jbertolus says:

      Oh, I had a woman named Suki. She spoke very little english and would just smile when I asked her if she was trained by the Marquise De Sade.
      AND… I would pay money to see a dancing Dominator!
      xoxJanet

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