I just found out that Pemberton physiotherapist (formerly of Local Motion, and now of her home-based Tall Poppy Therapy), Vicki Powell, went to the rival high school to mine. This might not seem strange to you. But I grew up in Brisbane. So I’m 5000 miles from these kind of random encounters. (Which is why I also tripped over my delight when I discovered that one of the new docs in town went to high school down the road from me. Now, whenever I see him, I have an absurd desire to punch him in the arm and yell out “Springwood!” which I have happily managed to quell.)
It was this, combined with an hour I spent at the library with my wee one, eavesdropping on a session Vicki offered to new mamas about some of the physical changes their bodies have gone through and things they might want to do to help strengthen and heal, that prompted my invitation.
She had just bought her first phone. Ever. So she said, sure.
As you do.
She found her feet.
I think she might become a regular on instagram. She should, at any rate.
How lucky we are, in this town, to have so many healers, bodyworkers, physiotherapists, health care workers, all lending their knowledge – their brilliant brains, and geekiness for anatomy, and kind, strong hands – to our individual wellness journeys.
A massage therapist’s quiet room was one of the first places I learned to ask for help. After 30 years of reassuring everyone, and myself, that I’m fine, I’m good, I’m tough, I went in and said, “I don’t think there’s anything actually wrong, but I think I need to do a better job of listening to my body, of taking care of myself, and I don’t really know where to start.”
“Right here,” was the answer.
It’s always the best place to start.
As Vicki so bravely proves.
Never done instagram (had a dog, started a business, insert your daunting thing) before? Start.