Learning to be a bird again

“This place has cracked me open,” I say to my therapist, and by therapist, I mean the chiropractor I just met in the Camp 4 boulders a few days ago, who is doing some energy work on me while I lie face down on her table, unexpected tears sneaking out. She moves her hand along my spine and exhales loudly, in visceral agreement. “Which shoulder is bothering you? I just got a flash of some burning, tearing pain on thisRead More