pressure_point tender_square i gulped a cup of lobby water casually and spoke speedily about being stressed out. "i'm reaching my limit," i admitted to the therapist trained in muscles and meridians. i showed the upper expanse of my back and complained of hip crookedness. after i laid down, the therapist pressed the point of her elbow into center of knots. behind closed eyes i saw flashes of white lightning as she activated each nerve, felt the jagged routes of interconnectivity. i focused on breath like i was in a lamaze class, preventing the shallow catch, cresting on the pain. the planets of stress orbited beneath the therapist's fingers. surely, i will be bruised come morning. "give me patience," i requested. "give me strength." 230822 what's it to you? who go blather from