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Self-Rolfing with Basic Goodness:

Because our external body is glued to the Breath Body, the latter is often suffocated, or, at least,shall we say, short of breath. It is also so close to us we usually don't see it, we don't even look for it. We robo on habit. Ida said, “A body is a something wrapped around a breath, let the wraps flow over one another like silk scarfs” Her investigation was with the wraps, not the breath. She worked largely from the outside in, what she could get her hands on, as does conventional rolfing.

Self-Rolfing begins with the breath inside and mates it with gravity to change the wraps from the inside-out, to sculpt the body with this torch, for when breath romances with gravity they ignite, they open paths in the wilderness of the body-cave to the sunshine. This is Plato's Myth of the Cave now pragmatic, so we are no longer looking at reflections(projections) on the walls of the cave, but are open to the sun itself. This sheath of brilliance, this nature which we find on the inside, we also find is inseparable from the outside; it is abundant, peaceful, both vast and precise, and unconditionally good. This basic goodness is our birthright and it shines as we embody it..

How does self-rolfing proceed: we know where we are stuck, it's where we hurt. We begin there and get down on a mat, take an angle into that place, invite gravity to enter, mate it with breath, those are the basics. There, right there, don't hold, but enter with your breath as guide to your mind, your heart. We unhinge from habit by molting, one layer, or a few, at a time, each session. Breath awakens, it blooms, it wants to give birth, to both plunge and be born. Patience--the anti-dote to aggression(speed)--beckons precisely into held joints, glued muscles. Even former lives that have passed a baton of wounds to this body begin to appear in the glow. And dissolve, dissipate, thaw as no longer relevant, no longer binding. The injuries from skiing and other outer accidents, from divorce, inner turmoil, those batons also disappear.

For most, breath and gravity are taken for granted, generic at best, here in self-rolfing they are acute, lazer-keen, showing the way back to our brilliance, peeling away that which is irrelevant. Each session is an adventure, a celebration.

Play this video to hear Tom speak on self-rolfing.

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