When profound art hints at inner growth
One of the more fascinating perks of my job is when an unexpected jewel is born. Rebekah brought forth such a jewel recently.
I’d been seeing her monthly (they live 2+ hours away) since April, when her mom read about this work in Momaha. That they were diligently doing their RMT and Brain Gym exercises, and the exercises were the right ones, was obvious in her progress. On our first visit, Rebekah was cheerful, cooperative, but rather frantic in her movements and intense in her focus. Not only toe-walking, but leaning forward into her environment, her attention span was quite short and apparently fiercely focused just within 2 feet of her face. All else didn’t seem to register.
Each visit brought delightful new changes: less toe walking, and then not leaning into her environment, and then NOT toe walking OR leaning. Her demeanor became calmer; she remains quite cheerful and cooperative, especially with her mom. Particularly notable is her focus: now she can look across a room and anticipate what’s coming towards her. She even looked UP the stairs at me coming down at her, and greeted me! She talks so much more, with a calmer tone and much more expressive and aware now!
Mom reports that the doctors see a lessened need for medication, and they are making fewer treks into Omaha to see them.
This is all well and good. But THIS visit brought a new gift! We started QRI low-level light laser therapy with her, and Rebekah began to draw. First she drew a heart: Mom declared it to be the BEST heart she’d ever drawn! Then she drew the black figure to the left, but she had only one arm. Mom’s hair is quite curly and full, so we though it might be her. When I laser’ed in the ATNR (Asymmetrical Tonic Neck Reflex), Rebekah went back and drew in a second arm. Wow! The ATNR is the primary way our bodies know we have TWO sides, and — was Rebekah telling us she now has two sides to her body? On and on she drew. Next was a pink column to the right, with the green on top. When pink and green protruding lines sprouted, my entire being froze in awe and delight. REBEKAH WAS DRAWING A REPRESENTATION OF HERSELF, with neurons growing out from all around her! I asked whether those lines had more lines — and instead of agreeing, she drew lines on the front and began more lines. I kept lasering her primitive and postural reflexes. The face on the top right, complete with neurons coming from the head, appeared. (Clouds and lines were much earlier). Then she wrote her name in black beneath the figure. I don’t know whether this is an artist signing her entire picture, or whether this is her labeling the figure. Is it “Rebekah hearts neuronal growth” or “Mom hearts Rebekah”? Whichever, who would have thought that such a profound insight — such a statment of inner flowerings — is possible from anyone?
I wrote Rebekah’s mom for permission to share their story. After agreeing, she wrote: “I wish I could take a class with you every weekend 🙂 I was so perky when I got home that evening! My husband wondered what was going on with me. I wanted to say again how very much I enjoyed your class. Thank you!”
So, alas, I’ll be seeing a lot less of that pair, now that mom took RMT; she’s set to do much of what I would do with them — for a whole lot cheaper than driving in monthly for a session.