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Crossing Liminal Thresholds

Nothing humbles the ego faster than going to physical therapy in a small mountain town in the West multiple times a week. The layers of humanity to absorb are complex, binding together realities we conveniently ignore during our normal errands so as not to inflame our exhausted nervous systems that must engage in perpetual acts of cognitive dissonance.

Older bodies tapping out after navigating close to a century of amplified capitalism and a complete transition from the New Deal to MAGA. Your own generation shuffling in and out, the vulnerability of using a walker written across a man slowly leaving his appointment and he’s only a decade older than you. Younger teenagers dropped off by their mothers nursing injuries from spring sports season. The kind eyes of the maintenance worker who always gently smiles at me because I'm the only one in the waiting room not escaping reality through algorithms. The buzz of the patient receptionists dealing with an endless stream of calls and questions about copays, coverages and worker's compensation.

Many generations. Many socio-economic backgrounds. A multitude of political ideologies and identities converging in a singular space, bound by the commonality of pain. At the center of this symphony of humanity is one collective mission-- healing.

As my therapist calls my name to begin my twice weekly healing/torture session, another therapist wheels out a tiny elderly woman curled into the back of her wheelchair. She has a gentle sparkle that matches the purple glittered pom-poms on her tennis shoes, but her ride is late and a small flash of panic crosses her face. Her therapist nestles her chair near a window so she can keep an eye on the passing cars and she waits patiently for her partner to arrive. She is at the mercy of whomever remembers to pick her up. Maybe the flash of panic that crossed her face is actually the reality of raw vulnerability and the absence of autonomy.

I cross the threshold from daily life into a place where pain becomes the vehicle to relief in some distant time on the horizon when my body has released the impacts of my choices. I pass through a cast of characters from all ages, shapes, colors and sizes muddling their way through deceptively simple movements designed to help the body release the trauma hiding in the shadows of our nervous systems. As I lay face down on a table, staring through an oddly shaped face cradle, with needles jammed into trigger points lining both sides of my spine and up into my skull, I have the odd opportunity to reflect on how I ended up in such a situation on a sunny May morning.

Each pierce of a needle represents a moment in my past where I made a choice-- and my body kept the score. Each sharp jab of pain represents an act of inhumanity that I bore witness to and never released. Every twist of the metal in the scar tissues of my trapezoids drills into a memory of an action bearing a consequence.

Most of those actions were rooted in storytelling. Carrying the weight of my cameras on both shoulders as I ran after police officers, dodged IDF gas canisters, photographed a cry for justice or chose just “one more hour” of creating documentation for a narcissist who never processed their own shit enough to lead with kindness and humanity.

With the needles in place from the intersection of my thoracic cervical discs up into my skull, the sweetest therapist who is actually getting excited at how fucked up my knots are, connected the needles to an electric device designed to break open the accumulated damage of adulting. All of the stories, actions, choices and impacts begin to swirl as the electricity pulses through my fascia and releases tension, and trauma.

Pain becomes my barometer at this point. Where’s the threshold of pain equals progress? “Play with Pain” was the motto my college soccer coach used on a daily, sometimes hourly, basis. Narratives of past adventures on grassy fields and flying down snowy mountains begin bouncing through my mind as I stare at the decades old carpet that has witnessed so many of these moments from the humans staring down in complete vulnerability.

Five minutes of electrifying trauma release and my nervous system is done. But in a healthy way, not the tattered and torn way that dictated the last months of my stint in corporate America. The lovely therapist then begins working with the soft tissue she just electrified and is stunned at how tight my spine actually is and her colleagues get a good laugh at how hard she is pressing on my spine to squash the knots. I begin to giggle myself at the absurdity of it all.

As I’m leaving, a once tall elderly man with a cane and a distinct shuffle that kept the lower side of his body with just enough momentum to get the erect side of his physique to manifest the next step forward, shuffled past the smiling receptionists. They hit the automatic door opener for him and said “go on in, they’re ready for you, Carl”. This stubborn defiance of physics thanks them and never breaks his imbalanced stride as he passes the liminal threshold between a world of normalcy to one pulsing with the healing pain of the collective. Carl and the receptionists had timed this regular crossing to perfection over many weeks and months. A vision of Carl, decades prior entering a room to grasp control and lead a group into action crosses my mind and I wonder what stories he created when his spine was straight and supple.

A few hours after my session, waves of emotion surface as I realize my entire lifestyle has to change now, lest I end up with a malfunctioning spine like Carl. How I write. How I work. How I balance the cognitive dissonance of living through chaos. Everything has to change. The weight of that type of change becomes momentarily too much to bear and a little crack in my psyche taps into the floodworks. A wave of emotion swoops in and rinses a bit of the recently released trauma to wash away. Leaving just enough to write this essay.

I laugh at the hot mess of myself realizing all of these pulsing emotions were just electrified and unleashed on my nervous system. Three months ago, my system wouldn't have been able to handle any of these waves of release and I marvel at the wisdom traditions which empowered me to deal with any of this and still find slivers of ananda in my day. I'm also grateful for the months long delays in my access to therapy so my nervous system could heal first.

I wiped the remnants of that little volcano of emotion on my face and I thought of Carl. A man who passed through that threshold of worlds without breaking his stride. He had faced these crossing so many times and for so many reasons. A lifetime of choices and consequences. A lifetime of endings and beginnings. Decades of accepting the finality of perpetual changes.

And really that’s the whole game, right? It’s the fear of death, the fear of decay and the fear of regret. I learned not to fear death at a young age. I learn about decay every decade or so when something vital in my body taps out to deal with some bullshit I failed to process. I can control regret. And that one I work very hard to never carry. Learning about the brevity of life at a young age forces you to be deliberate in your actions and choices. You know the absolute sorrow of what’s left behind when someone who loved and led deeply passes suddenly. On a daily basis, ask myself if I died tonight, would I regret my actions of the day? The answer is rarely yes, but if those yeses do surface in frequency, a re-calibration occurs.

For now, I’ll simply continue dancing through these wild liminal thresholds and share the journey every so often. I know many of my humans are on some deep and painful journeys, so I share this shit so you know you aren’t alone. We're all just trying to find our way to healing and peace.

“In the end, we’re all just walking each other home.” Ram Dass


Below are some AI research prompts that were pulled AFTER this essay was written that reflect the original sources or philosophies/wisdom traditions I study that support my healing journey and may provide support for yours as well.

Prompt: Take the following statement: " inflame our exhausted nervous systems that must engage in perpetual acts of cognitive dissonance." and pull research about the nervous system and the body holding trauma from perpetual stress and anxiety using research from The Body Keeps the Score book and polyvagal theory:
Prompt: What major world and National events would an average American in the Rockies in their late 80s have lived through? [Read this one, the scope of what they've lived through is fascinating]
Prompt: Please explain how dry needling therapy attached to electric stem machine works to remove muscle knots and scar tissue accumulated in the trapezoids and spine for a former photojournalist and now technologist who now, in her 40s, is dealing with neck disc damage from a lifetime of work and the past year spent working in a toxic and hostile work environment. Please look at what the emotional release might be if unprocessed trauma is stored in the fascia of this patient. [I do this therapy at the referral of my neurosurgeon and highly competent PTs in his practice.]
Prompt: Please explore this quote in the context of Ram Dass' work on aging and dying and the acceptance we can find in aging from tantra yoga's wisdom and Ram Dass' teachings: "reality of raw vulnerability and the absence of autonomy."
Prompt: Please talk about the power of vikalpas in the context of the body and nervous system holding trauma from past experiences in our body and reference the work of ram dass in your answer.
Prompt: Please explore "liminal thresholds" in the context of an elderly man crossing through the doorway from the waiting room to a physical therapy room where painful healing is occurring from a collective of people from multiple socio-economic backgrounds.

"Liminal thresholds" refer to transitional spaces or periods between two different states or experiences. In cultural anthropology, liminality describes the ambiguity and disorientation that occurs in the middle stage of rituals when participants no longer hold their pre-ritual status but have not yet transitioned to the status they will hold when the ritual is complete. This concept can be metaphorically extended to various life experiences, including the journey of healing and transformation in a physical therapy setting.

The Liminal Threshold in Physical Therapy

In the scenario you've described, an elderly man crossing from a waiting room to a physical therapy room embodies a physical and symbolic crossing of a liminal threshold. This transition from one room to another represents a shift from one state of being to another—from waiting and anticipation to active participation in healing. The physical therapy room itself becomes a liminal space where transformation occurs, a place distinctly different from the rest of his daily environment.

Painful Healing as a Liminal Experience

Physical therapy, especially for those recovering from severe injuries or dealing with chronic pain, often involves navigating through pain to reach healing. This process can be viewed as a liminal phase where patients are neither fully incapacitated nor restored to health. It's a state of in-betweenness, where old capabilities and limitations are confronted and new potentials are explored.

Collective Experience Across Socio-Economic Backgrounds

The collective presence of individuals from multiple socio-economic backgrounds in the therapy room adds layers to the liminality of the experience. Despite diverse backgrounds, all present share a common goal of healing and improvement, which transcends individual differences. This shared purpose can create a unique community—a temporary but transformative gathering where personal boundaries blur, roles are equalized, and mutual support is fostered.

The Role of the Physical Space

The physical therapy room itself acts as a container for these liminal experiences. It is a space distinctly set apart for transformation and healing. Here, personal thresholds are crossed daily—not just in the physical sense, but also emotionally and psychologically as patients work through pain, confront their limitations, and gradually expand their capabilities.

Reflection and Transformation

For the elderly man and others in the room, the liminal space of physical therapy can be a powerful catalyst for reflection on life's transitions. The pain experienced during therapy sessions can be both a literal and metaphorical expression of the struggles involved in any transformative process. The very act of repeatedly crossing into this space can reinforce resilience and a commitment to healing.

Conclusion

Liminal thresholds in the context of physical therapy encapsulate the transformative journey from illness or injury toward recovery. The doorway between the waiting area and the therapy room symbolizes the threshold between past limitations and future possibilities. Within this space, individuals are temporarily suspended in a state of becoming, where healing—painful as it may be—is a communal and deeply transformative experience. This transition not only reflects physical and emotional changes but also serves as a profound metaphor for the broader transitions faced in life, especially in the later years.


Prompt: What are 10 things the photojournalist from an earlier prompt can do to change her work and life to accommodate for spinal damage from years of working with cameras and computers? This person is a technologist who works on computers often.

Given the spinal damage from years of working with cameras and computers, here are ten adjustments and practices that could help accommodate and possibly alleviate some of the strain:

1. Ergonomic Workspace Setup: Adjust your workspace to be more ergonomic. Use a chair that supports the natural curve of your spine, ensure the computer monitor is at eye level to avoid bending your neck, and keep the keyboard and mouse within easy reach to avoid straining.

2. Regular Breaks: Incorporate frequent breaks into your work routine. Use a timer to remind yourself to stand up, stretch, or walk every 30 minutes to reduce stiffness and promote circulation.

3. Use of Assistive Devices: Consider using assistive devices like a standing desk, which can relieve pressure on the spine by allowing you to alternate between sitting and standing while working.

4. Physical Therapy: Regular sessions with a physical therapist can help strengthen the muscles supporting your spine and teach you exercises specifically designed to relieve spinal pain.

5. Exercise and Strengthening: Engage in exercises that strengthen your core muscles, which in turn can help support your spine. Yoga and Pilates are good options that focus on core strength and flexibility.

6. Proper Lifting Techniques: If your work still involves using heavy cameras or equipment, make sure to use proper lifting techniques—bend at the knees and keep the back straight to avoid putting stress on your spine.

7. Mindfulness and Stress Reduction: Practice mindfulness and stress-reduction techniques such as meditation or deep-breathing exercises. Stress can exacerbate physical pain, so managing stress is crucial.

8. Adjust Camera Equipment: For photography work, consider using lighter cameras or lenses and utilize tools like monopods or tripods to take the weight off your neck and shoulders.

9. Voice-to-Text Software: To reduce the physical strain of typing, use voice-to-text software when possible. This can help decrease the repetitive strain on your neck and back from computer use.

10. Consult a Specialist: Regularly consult with healthcare professionals who specialize in spinal health, such as chiropractors or osteopaths. They can provide treatments and advice tailored to your specific needs.

Implementing these changes can help manage the symptoms associated with spinal damage and make both work and daily life more comfortable.




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