For the last two weeks, my afternoons have been occupied with taking classes for two students in Basic Reflexology. Its been quite a fortnight, with a fair share of learning, even for the teachers. Things only get more complicated when you have to teach a subject like Reflexology. There is great interplay between the logic, science and art of it. Often, we delve into emotional and sometimes spiritual aspects as we look at the body. Along with proper working, a teacher must impart knowledge of personal spaces, respect and dignity for the person receiving healing and a deep acceptance of intuition and self surrender.
Each time, I have done a session with the intent of finding a problem or sub consciously looked for areas which I thought should hold the answers, the foot has shut its doors to me. To the contrary when I have surrendered in humility that I am guided by the stories the feet tell me, and leave my judgements aside, situations have improved. My journey has taught me some of the best lessons, which have had no place in my classes. While the course was my launching pad, I took off only when my mind stepped aside and let the body take over. As a reflexologist, I am often required to be a confidante and a friend. Relationships extend beyond physical ailments to revealing aspects hidden deep within and at such times, I have learnt to give them space. I am as grateful to the people who come to me as they have allowed me the opportunity to be a part of their healing. It is they who have chosen and I must prove to be worthy of their attention. That I am but a catalyst in the larger picture is clear to me and I cannot take credit for healing somebody.
All these are my learnings, bits of which I must share with my students. Whatever path they may choose after this, atleast I must ensure that they see the picture whole and not in parts. If only they are able to understand themselves better at the end of it, my job is done.