by Anna the Walk In Wellness blogger
The sweet twang of sitar music greets me as I walk in to the
Tuesday Wellness Clinic, and all three tables are occupied; after a few minutes
pass, Shelby Schue finishes up with her client, and it’s my turn to get a
reflexology treatment.
If you’ve ever worked with a reflexologist, you may already
know this: it’s all about the feet, but it’s not about the feet at all.
This isn’t my first experience with Shelby; during my
initial treatment a couple of years ago, this gifted therapist told me straight
out: “Don’t think only about your feet. That’s my job. Reflexology is a
whole-body experience.”
To be honest, all I could think about at the time was the screaming
pain in my feet, which were trying to adjust to tile and concrete surfaces after
living most of my life on wood or laminate flooring and carpet.
My feet weren’t happy. Every day was another avalanche of
misery, with each step carving a fresh and nasty notch into my sensory
awareness. But in spite of the fact that I was focused on foot pain during the treatment
Shelby gave me that day, something amazing happened.
After thirty minutes of her attention, my feet made a
complete recovery. It felt like a miracle, and I haven’t had any trouble with
sore feet since that day.
So I’m not necessarily looking for another miracle when
Shelby takes my foot in her hands. She asks me if there are any particular
issues I’m working with on a physical level, and then gives me a little
background on reflexology.
Here’s the scoop: toxins pool up in the feet, and reflexology
work opens up neural zonelines so blood can flow freely, increasing
circulation. This relaxes the inner body as well as the feet, including vital
organs, glands, muscles, and bones. It relieves constriction, allowing the
entire body to come into balance.
It’s news to me, but all nerve endings start in the feet. No
wonder we get ticklish! But she says people never have trouble with that when
she works on them.
“There are over seven thousand two hundred nerve endings in
each foot,” she tells me, pressing a thumb (or finger?) into the soft tissue on
the bottom of my left sole. Her touch is firm, and within a minute or two, she
finds a tender spot.
And I have to warn you, when she finds a sensitive area,
it’s like her ears perk up. Or her hands. Shelby moves in deeper, exploring the
flesh under my footskin, kneading and working it until I get squirmy under her
touch.
She lightens up when I start to pull away, and then we talk
about what part of my body each area is associated with; I am not surprised
when I find out one tender part is a direct line to my adrenal glands, which
have certainly been under the gun. Tender spots usually indicate issues in the
interior of the body.
Though others are getting massage treatments only a few feet
away from me, Shelby and I are in our own little reflexology world. I don’t feel
self-conscious talking with her about what’s going on in my body; I’m enjoying
the fact that it’s all about me.
Not only my feet. Me.
Shelby has been practicing reflexology for forty-six years; she
opened one of the first health food stores in Vermont and shortly after that,
she saw a reflexologist working and was intrigued. She bought a book, studied,
and began practicing on people’s feet for $5 a session.
After a couple of years, Shelby began giving workshops,
appearing on television, and doing radio shows. In the mid-eighties, she added
rebirthing work to her repertoire. Shelby served on the board of New Mexico
Association of Reflexologists for a number of years, and has given workshops
all over the country.
Obviously a diagram of the human foot, along with all the neural
connections to each part of the body, is clearly imprinted on Shelby’s soul. Her
fingers follow the pathways, pressing, probing and kneading. Some of it feels
soothing and some of it doesn’t.
By the end of the treatment, I know what organs are
struggling and could use my support, and none of it is truly surprising. The areas
of concern are mostly what I would have expected, if I had to guess.
When I walk out the door, the spots that were so tender
under Shelby’s firm touch have calmed down; my feet don’t feel much different
than when we started, but I’m in a state of heightened awareness when it comes
to my physicality.
It feels like I’ve had the benefit of an intuitive translator
who let me know exactly what my feet were trying to tell me. I have ideas about
changes I can make to help my body cope with life’s challenges, and I imagine
the benefits of increased circulation and improved energy flow to the adrenal
glands and other areas that need attention.
So don’t think about your feet when you get a reflexology
treatment. Think about the big picture, and let your interpreter clue you in;
you’ll feel like you’re getting an internal massage, and walk out knowing more
about what’s going on inside than you ever would have thought possible.
Who knows? Maybe you’ll even get your own miracle.