Cellular Memory and Bodywork - A Couple of Stories

There's a lot of talk about cellular memory thesenew way. I was a believer in the concept of
days. I remember the first time I was aware ofcellular memory.
my body's capacity to house information. Before IIn the first ever massage therapy class at Rocky
went to massage school or understood the bodyMountain Institute of Healing Arts, one of our
in any way other than what I'd learned growingstudents did not have a sense of smell. She hadn't
up in Southern Appalachia, I was in a car wreck.been able to sense smell for many years although
As part of my rehabilitation, someone suggested Ishe did not know why. One day, I was teaching
try out Trager Therapy. I hadn't even gotten aneuromuscular therapy for the abdominals. This is
massage at this point in my life.such a sacred region of the body that I had
During one of my sessions, when the Tragerprepped the students for being especially
therapist was working on my right ankle and I feltsensitive. During the practice, the student who
a rush of heat in my body and, though my eyescouldn't smell was receiving the treatment. She
were closed, I saw a field of red. Afterward, Ibegan to feel emotional and started crying. Her
told my therapist about this and she said, "Oh,partner in the trade was a good friend and high
you must be storing some anger there." Ischool classmate, and he did a wonderful job just
immediately dismissed this notion. First of all, itsoftly maintaining his touch without pushing any
seemed impossible that I could store an emotionagenda. She couldn't understand why she was
anywhere in my body and second, I never feltfeeling such grief, but was willing to stay open to
angry, so this just couldn't be! (I had a lot to learnthe experience.
about anger!!)All of a sudden, she smelled a strong smell of
A week later, the incident buried in mycigarette smoke. (At the time, she thought
consciousness, I returned for another session. Thissomeone was smoking outside the window). Then
time, as she began moving my ankle, I was filledcame a memory of her grandmother when she
with a feeling of rage. It lasted only a fewwas dying of lung cancer. Her grandmother had
moments before I experienced an incredibly vividbeen a lifelong smoker and even at the end of
memory. The memory was very real--as if I washer life, as she was using an oxygen machine, she
reliving the moment. In the memory, I was 5continued to smoke. The student felt a lot of
years old and my parents were hosting a 4th ofsadness with this memory. She had loved and
July party. Something (I didn't recall what)missed her grandmother tremendously. She
happened and that made me very angry. I tookcontinued to let the feelings and tears flow. After
off running and ran down a steep portion of oura while, the emotions subsided and her trade
yard. At the bottom, I landed wrong on my anklepartner finished of the session with some soothing
and sprained it badly. I had not thought of thisand soft strokes. After that massage session, her
event in many years and was astounded at whatsense of smell returned and has remained since.
had transpired as my ankle went through theOur bodies are amazing. They are excellent guides
gentle movements of the Trager session.to healing, not only physically, but also emotionally.
After that, I began to relate to my body in a