From Skepticism to Healing: My Journey with Somatic Yoga and Grief
I was on the acupuncture table, face up, while my doctor pushed with both hands on the side of my stomach. “Oh wow,” he said. “You’re holding a lot of grief.” That’s strange, I thought. I wasn’t sad, and I hadn’t cried in recent memory. In fact, I was in a new relationship with someone I was very excited about, had just started a job I loved, and was finally looking for an apartment. Sure, I had packed up my Los Angeles one-bedroom and moved home to New York during a global pandemic, mainly to be with my 98-year-old grandfather who was sick. And yes, moving back after eight years did trigger some culture shock (being 3,000 miles away from family and then being with family nearly every hour of every day can be jarring). And okay, dating again after ending a near-decade…