Slowly changing a pattern will allow it to reach new depths within the system and establish itself with a strong foundation. Unfortunately, society as a whole desires a quick fix, which generally changes things in the short term only. If we want to really change a pattern in our bodies, minds, emotions, etc., we need to take the time to establish a solid foundation.” ~ NMT

As we stay socially distant and we find new and creative ways to handle what is presently happening in our world, I feel it is imperative to be reminded of patterning. The above quote was plucked from a past NMT article ~ please see below.

Many people are looking for a quick fix. They are bored, they want to do more, and be with others while many are fighting for their lives. Each of us takes risks, but hopefully, we are minimizing the risk of spreading the Coronavirus by following new global patterns. 

It’s been decades since I wrote this article, Patterns and Holistic Therapy. Yet, it applies today. Humans are creatures of habit. Everyone says they want change, but when change comes they balk. I suggest, as we are taking space and finding new ways to communicate, that we also form some patterns that support a rich, full life. It is time that we let go of what we know is not working for us and the world. Instead of complaining about being with your partner, family or not being able to do so, what about using the time to see what we have and appreciate it all? What about doing what you always wanted to do for yourself at home? What about just letting gratitude for feeling good today seep into every cell of your being and take hold? What about discovering what your life is all about? 

In order for a strong pattern to carry us through this life, it needs to be nurtured. It needs time to grow after we plant the seed. It needs persistence and a clear intention. “I think it’s time for a change, just relax and take it slowly.” ~ Cat Stevens

Slow and steady. That’s how we establish good, strong ways of being in this world. Caring for ourselves helps us care for others. “If we want to really change a pattern in our bodies, minds, emotions, etc., we need to take the time to establish a solid foundation.” Time is being offered. How you use it is up to you. Be well… Nancy T

Patterns and Holistic Therapy
by Nancy M. Turcich, NTS, BCPP

Published in:
Raven Review : December 2000
Massage Therapy Journal : Spring 2002 – Vol. 41, No.1
international ENERGY currents : Autumn Winter, 2006

Patterns are ways in which we use our bodies or hold our bodies against the force of gravity. They may be carried through generations, genetically, or they may come to us in-utero, as we form our bodies, our minds. As we develop, mother and child are one, acting as a unit instead of separate beings. Survival of the fetus depends on the mother’s survival. What takes place prior to birth, birth itself, or as we grow, creates our patterns. However, patterns change throughout our life.

The body is in constant flux; sustaining our structure and righting all the wrongs we instill upon ourselves. If we trip and fall, the body works with the results of the fall and it corrects itself. However, it will go towards the path of least resistance. It may not fix everything perfectly. On the contrary, it fixes things in a way that will allow it to function. The body can develop ways to cope with what it has and it can survive and perhaps, even strive beyond old patterns while repairing itself. It forms patterns to go on, to move through life.

All patterns eventually affect the physical body although they don’t always start there. Patterns can be mentally, emotionally or spiritually born. For example: A parent yells at a child and the child cowers. The body physically hunches the shoulders, perhaps drawing in the legs, and goes into the fetal position to protect and comfort them as they protect their heart. If this continues, every time this child is yelled at or encounters yelling, this type of body pattern will engage; the child will go to the pattern in which he or she found comfort. In time, the body pattern will form and this child will continue to grow with his or her shoulders now hunching to protect them. The body has adopted a coping pattern. Repetitive behavior becomes what are called patterns. Some are beneficial while others are not. Identifying them is the key to changing patterns.

Establishing a new pattern takes approximately thirty days depending on the individual. However, in that time the old pattern will try to reestablish itself again and again. Generally, this takes place because most people find their old patterns familiar. The old patterns may not be working for the body or the person, but it may be the point of least resistance. The old pattern is rooted in the system as the new pattern is floating around without a rooted foundation. Old patterns hang out waiting for the new pattern to falter. When it does, the old pattern jumps in and takes its stand. As the new pattern is reintroduced it may have much to clean up. This happens because old patterns usually carry with them lots of garbage (excess baggage, old wounds, etc.).

The depth of the old pattern will determine how easily a new pattern can be established. Becoming aware of patterns that aren’t beneficial to us is the place to start. Through awareness we awaken and are able to change. Awareness and time are important in changing patterns. Therapy is also a key to changing patterns.

Holistic Therapy has come into the forefront of health issues recently. This is due to the benefits many have received through therapeutic touch. Holistic Therapy teaches the body how to change by introducing new patterns. As patterns become ingrained in our physical bodies, therapy begins to unlock the restrictions the body may have encountered. Just as repetitive behaviors can be detrimental to the system, they can also rebuild it through therapy. Various body therapies continue to remind the body of patterns that better support it. By introducing therapy on a regular basis (i.e. once a week to start) the body is reminded how to support and align itself in a beneficial way. As the body comes into alignment, the mind becomes aware of the new pattern and adopts it. Supporting this cycle is an important aspect of therapy. Constantly reminding the body of how it could be is an important step to change. Slowly changing a pattern will allow it to reach new depths within the system and establish itself with a strong foundation. Unfortunately, society as a whole desires a quick fix, which generally changes things in the short term only. If we want to really change a pattern in our bodies, minds, emotions, etc., we need to take the time to establish a solid foundation. After all, it took time for us to create our patterns in the first place. Being patient with our process will allow us a great freedom in the development of a system that is well supported. Patterns can shape our lives and our lives can shape patterns and on and on . . . . The only constant is change. Take time today to change what does not fit into your life and know you will be at the beginning of a great adventure.

For more details about holistic therapy and Nancy’s experience with healing refer to her book “Finding My Way From Paralysis To A Rich, Full Life.”

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This article is for informational/educational purposes only. This information does not take the place of current treatment plans nor medications prescribed. Always consult your physician to determine the most beneficial course of treatment for your individual needs.

Staying Well

April 18, 2018: With “Have A Little Faith In Me” playing through my headphones, I sat uncomfortably in a hard recliner chair at Yavapai Regional Medical Center. Thankful for the music guiding my focus, a nurse inserted a small catheter into my arm and a blood product called Immunoglobulin (Ig) slowly dripped into my vein for the next 3 1/2 hours. 

Nothing prepares you for certain things in life. There may come a time when you have to make tough decisions about your life because your health is on the line. I‘m not referring to a broken bone or a cold. This “event” may take your life away.

The recent global reaction to COVID-19 may or may not be the “event.” In some ways, I feel like I have a two-year head start on all of the uncertainty. Each day warnings change, questions arise, and people try to wrap their minds around the Coronavirus and its impact upon our lives. This has become a worldwide awakening to illness. It is something I consider daily regardless of what virus is floating around. 

When I first discovered my immune deficiency (Ig Def.), for which I am presently being treated, every cough, sneeze, or runny nose expressed by another person heightened my awareness. During my first infusion, I chose to wear a mask because I was sick and the hospital provided no isolation for care. All of the patients in the infusion center had compromised systems whether it was cancer or Ig Def. It was an appropriate time for isolation, yet there was no room nor protocol for social distance. Feeling awful, I thought of others as well as myself when I walked into the hospital for treatment. Yet, I wondered how wise it was to expose people who had compromised systems to be in my presence. 

Today, more and more people are being educated on the spread of disease. I hope it takes hold and continues beyond this pandemic.

In 2018, I semi-isolated. I stayed home more than I went out. I kept to myself and I used allopathic as well as natural healing practices to maintain my health. But, I also went on with my life. For months, I questioned if I would see my family again. In October 2018, I was thrilled to be back with my family at my parent’s 65th Wedding Anniversary party. However, when someone warned me to stay clear of their sick child I laughed inside knowing that just being in the same house opened the door for me to catch something. So many things are in the air, on surfaces, within easy reach of us. Having a “normal” immune system helps to combat disease, but it doesn’t always keep us well. This fact is becoming clearer to the masses as people pay attention to the spread of COVID-19. 

Common health practices are being emphasized these days. To have to be told to wash your hands or to cough into your sleeve or to stay away from others when you are sick seems like “no brainers,” yet many of these practices are avoided and disregarded. Today, with the Coronavirus, people are starting to pay attention to the basics; scrubbing their hands like they are going into surgery; keeping a personal space of 6’; isolating themselves and their families; looking at other people as a possible threat; so many changes. But I wonder how long that will last once the virus and fear subside. I will continue with the good practices that have kept me healthy for the past two years. I can only hope that others follow suit for my sake as well as the benefit of all.

I don’t know where this is going or how it will all play out. I do know that I am going to live my life as fully as possible for as long as possible. When your life is threatened, it may make life sweeter. For me, I did what I had to do to keep my good life going and I accepted infusions to provide immunity. It was something I thought I would NEVER do. This is a time of seeing what we NEVER thought we’d do. 

In Polarity Therapy, there is a saying; “The whole is the sum of its parts and parts make up the whole.” We are seeing how true that is with this virus showing us how interconnected we are and how we impact each other.

These days things are changing rapidly. When I was first undergoing treatment, I had more questions than answers. That’s how I see people now. It’s scary when you think you can get sick and die. That you may or may not see those you love. But when you embrace the life you have and live it to the fullest, then the amount of time isn’t as important as each moment. For your sanity, ask “How am I right now?” Following that feeling is the best you can do. If you feel good, appreciate that and feel it in every cell of your body. If you are scared, feel that and explore ways to find what is working to dissipate the fear. Sometimes, it’s as simple as being grateful for clean water to drink or in this case, for toilet paper to wipe your bottom. We still have it all. 

I plan to get back to my mission of being FULLY in my life. For now, I’ll continue to do my part and when paralysis (worry, fear, anxiety) enters I will sit with it and let it pass like the clouds. I will walk each day and be grateful for each step and breath that carries me through this life. I am a fortunate one. For that and so much more, I am grateful. It took me decades to get here and I will do my best to show others it is possible to live a rich, full life.* Since I can’t physically touch people, I am also offering audio recordings to help people support the health of their lungs.**

Prior to writing, I was out walking in the rain. Some may think this is crazy, but walking is my daily practice. With no one else in sight, it felt as though I was the last human roaming the Earth. It was eerie and magical. Absorbing the scenery, I noticed the Manzanita bushes had pink flower bells hanging from them indicating spring had sprung regardless of disease. The rain swept across the landscape removing the mountains normally present on a clear day. Sitting on a rock, I thought of mankind and this pandemic. I contemplated my own life these past two years; the fear, the unknown, the questions. And then I felt all of the love in my life. I allowed that to flow through every cell of my being and then I saw it all before me. As the moisture sailed over me, the sun peeked through and I sent that love out to the world. At that moment, all was well in my world. Wishing you all the same. Be well… Nancy T

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My Kinda Town

My Kinda Town – Chicago is. . . . 

Chicago has always been divided into the Southside and the Northside. I grew up on the Southside in an Irish – Catholic neighborhood. No Irish blood runs in my veins but the nuns still show up. Introducing myself as a Southsider people comment, “You’re not black.” I look at my white skin, rubbed it, and reply, “No.” In my neighborhood, there was a line distinctly drawn between black neighborhoods and white neighborhoods. Western Avenue was the dividing line in my life. 

Looking back on Chicago’s history, I would say the greatest thing that happened was when Mrs. O’Leary’s cow started the Great Chicago Fire. Although the fire itself was an enormous tragedy, an amazing lakefront formed in Chicago as a result. 

Back in the day, the railroad and stockyard consumed Chicago’s lakefront. From what I have read, parks were always a part of the plan to attract tourists and locals alike, but finances leaned toward animal products back in the day. It took many years, huge revenue, and extraordinary effort to make Chicago’s lakefront one of the most beautiful cities to visit in the USA.

Lake Michigan makes Chicago unique. Although Lake Michigan is a freshwater lake, it is more unpredictable than the ocean. In my sailing years, I learned a great deal about the lake and how quickly things can change on Lake Michigan. The view of Chicago’s skyline from the water is stunning, especially at night. As the sun sets, the skyscrapers light up. One day I walked the lakefront and then my friend Bob picked me up on his boat and I took it all in from the water. It was quite a day in Chicago. 

The city of Chicago is linked together by a walkway that goes along the water, through parks and leading to museums. From the Shedd Aquarium and Planetarium to Millennium Park, you can enjoy the sights. With gardens galore and Buckingham Fountain standing in the midst of it all, it is definitely something to see and experience. Throughout the summer, people from all over the world are drawn to Chicago for sights, sounds, food, and fun. 

Unfortunately, due to violence, people miss out on Chicago. One client told me he would never tour. That saddens me because Chicago is MY KINDA TOWN… friendly people, music, food, beaches, museums, and a lakefront you can walk for miles and miles. One of my favorite places to sit is by Buckingham Fountain. If you haven’t visited, perhaps you will cross the divide and check out ~ Chicago, Chicago, That Toddlin’ Town.

Happy Holidays. May 2020 be dazzling. Be well… Nancy T

A Force Beyond Measure – Game Changer #3

Ronald Michael Turcich arrived on December 20,1954. Named after two kind and influential men, Ronny had a good start. The eldest of eight, Ronny also had challenges. He took to life with a smile and continued to forge his own unique, adventuresome path. Ronny used to tell us (siblings) that he did “everything” so we didn’t have to worry about getting in trouble.

There are eight years and four siblings between Ronny and I. That left him far ahead of me in life. It also left a wake of sibling exploits beyond him. Ronny was my BIG brother and he always treated me kindly. Being a Tom Boy may have helped my cause. 

Without Ronny, my life would have been completely different. Unknowingly, Ronny guided me to my career as a Natural Therapeutic Specialist, aka Massage & Polarity Therapist. By opening his home to me, I was able to attend the New Mexico School of Natural Therapeutics (NMSNT). As I wrote in my last blog, NMSNT was a game-changer. My time in New Mexico also gave me an opportunity to participate in Ronny’s life. It was no surprise that Ronny had many great friends. To me, it seemed like Ronny walked down the street and he came to the end of the road with a handful of new friends.

In August 1989, I returned to NMSNT for the first time since graduation. With three years of having human bodies pass under my hands, it was time to refresh my skills. Once again, my class experience was life-changing. However, my home life was disturbing. From the moment I arrived, Ronny wasn’t Ronny. A shell of himself and a person I didn’t recognize at times, that was the 1989 Ronny. To say Ronny was LOST would be an understatement. I spent my off-hours being with him, listening to him, sharing whatever I could to raise him from his funk. I left New Mexico feeling as though it was the last time with my BIG brother. Unfortunately, on September 22,1989 my thought became a reality. Ronny took his life on that day. From that day forth, my entire life was a game-changer. With extreme pain, I went on with my life without his smile, without his stories, without his sense of adventure, without his generosity. Nothing would prepare me for the loss that followed. At one point, I even debated my own existence. 

Suicide is like no other loss. Each and every moment of each and every day you wonder, “What could I have done?” Family, friends and even acquaintances ask this question. And you also wonder, “WHY?” 

For decades I was stuck in the loop of loss. Even as joy and love entered my life again, I internally chastised myself for even a sliver of happiness. Initially, I stated, “How can I be happy when my brother is DEAD?” As you might imagine, that scared away many friends. But those who stuck around were a real gift. It didn’t matter if I was sad, they were in my life. It didn’t matter if I was angry, they were in my life. 

Journaling came into my life in 1989. Without great communication skills, I turned to paper and pen. Writing became a game-changer. In fact, it saved my life and resulted in two books: “One of Eight – my perspective on our brother’s suicide” & “Finding My Way From Paralysis To A Rich, Full Life.” The foundation of both books rose from my journals. Writing became A Force Beyond Measure. It became a place where I could put all of my dark & scary thoughts. It became a safe house where I found ways through those ugly places. 

Even in his death, Ronny touched my life. He led me to another avenue to explore. Just like the men who came before him, he influenced my life beyond measure. Be well… Nancy T

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NMSNT~ Game-Changer #2

Following a fall from a cliff in 1982, a new professional goal came to mind after my paralyzed body was placed in the hands of modern medicine. Ten days after I was hospitalized, a spinal fusion was performed. To abate muscular atrophy, Physical Therapy (PT) started while I was in the ICU. I spent one long, miserable weekend trying to sit upright without passing out. Once I managed sitting, I was taken to PT to practice standing with the aid of parallel bars. Although I didn’t recognize it at the time, this was a life process. One thing needed doing before the next step could be taken. 

I left the hospital in St. Louis flat on my back. I was loaded into the back of my cousin’s station wagon (thanks Sandy and Bernie) and driven home to Chicago. A PT came to my home to assist my family and I in learning how to move me to an upright position on my feet again. Gordon, my PT, was a gem. In fact, every PT that I had the pleasure of working with impacted my life and my attitude, so much so, I decided to pursue a career in Physical Therapy.

Two years in, changing majors took great effort. While I was still in a body cast, to escape boredom, I attended local college classes. The following summer, I returned to SIU to complete the classes I was taking when I fell. Nothing seemed to work for me in Carbondale. In fact, I injured my other wrist by losing my balance while dancing with a friend who Hee-Hawwed me. Eventually, I landed at NIU, a far cry from SIU. The difference was palpable, not only in the scenery but on all levels. SIU was surrounded by the Shawnee National Forest. NIU was in the middle of cornfields. I wasn’t thrilled to be going on without my SIU friends, but my new purpose drove me to polar opposites in Illinois.

A year later, with all of my prerequisites and volunteer hours under my belt, I should have proceeded to the NIU-PT program. That did not happen. 

Lost, frustrated, and not happy to enter the workforce, I was thankful for my eldest brother Ronny’s offer to live with him and his wife Mel in New Mexico. From there, a whole new world opened up. The world of Natural Therapy would change my life forever. 

On the first day of class, this question was posed: “Who has never had a massage before?” I was one of six people who’s hands went up. Follow-up question: “Why are you here?” I had no idea why I was sitting there. I heard Ronny’s voice: “Maybe this school could help you get into a PT program.” My thought was simple. With all that I had gone through, I would be an amazing Physical Therapist. I know the recovery process from zero feeling (paralysis) to walking and moving through life. 

When I filled out the application for The New Mexico School of Natural Therapeutics ~ NMSNT I had no idea what 3/4 of the modalities meant. They were as foreign to me as another language. But once I have a goal in mind, there is little to stop me. 

On the second day of class, the six virgins had their first massage. Touch, pleasant touch, that was new to me and my strange new body. My instructor, Charlie Brown, not of Snoopy fame, led the charge. Charlie’s hands moved along the body as smoothly as his Kentucky accent filled the air. Charlie also introduced prayer into the mix to help us center and clear the air, to get out of the way of our client’s process. It is a powerful tool that I use to this day. 

At first, my body jumped like a fish out of water by simply lying flat on a massage table. I warned my partners to keep clear of my legs as I had no control of their actions. Several classmates found this intriguing, others ran for the hills. With 33 of us, we had choices in partners. 

Polarity Therapy was one of the modalities that I could not identify. “Energy” was something that I knew passed through electrical wiring, not the human body. Each day I doubted what the instructors shared. Prove it… that was my mantra. My friend Kyle and I would retreat to his home and talk about our days with Polarity Therapy. Mostly, we thought it was all BS. That is until it impacted us; until we experienced energy in our own bodies. It didn’t take long for our thoughts to switch from doubt to intrigue. In fact, we were blown away by our Polarity Therapy segment. Kyle and I traded numerous sessions on our own time trying to get a handle on this new material. 

Polarity Therapy works with the nervous system. Not a surprise that my body responded to this modality after I scattered my pieces all over a boulder at Little Grand Canyon in Southern Illinois. With Polarity Therapy, it felt as though people were reaching into my spinal column and soothing it. It felt like they were stroking my insides and saying, “You’re ok now.” I was coming HOME again, to myself. A sense of peace came over me. 

Lor, my mom, asked, “When are you going back to school (meaning college)?” 

I replied, “I’m done. The NMSNT has changed my life.” 

When I went to New Mexico I was going there to avoid work. It was an opportunity to explore new surroundings, spend time with Ronny and Mel, and help me get closer to my goal of PT. The thing is, with GAME-CHANGERS, you never know. I wasn’t looking for the NMSNT program to instill a new goal, but it did that and more. 

Recently, while on a massage table receiving, I said, “Bodywork (Natural Therapy) saved my life. I don’t know where I’d be without it.” The NMSNT ~ a game-changer to say the least. Be well… Nancy T

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If you know me or you have followed my blog, you might guess that falling off a cliff and crushing three vertebrae in my upper back at age nineteen was a Game-Changer. The thing is, most people think that I changed immediately. The truth is, I’m still changing and the next several blogs will be examples of the alterations I decided to undergo. 

At the tender age of nineteen, I had few life skills that evoked change. Quite honestly, the first six months were dedicated to reclaiming my body. Even after that time, it wasn’t the body I lived in prior to the 40-foot fall. The game changed the minute I lost my footing, slid down the rock, did a flip, and landed on a boulder. From that moment on, everything in my life changed. In that split second, I would have done anything to get my life back, the life I felt was haunted. Without the superpowers to turn back time, I had to move forward and find a way to play a new game, the recovery game. 

Recovery is a strange word. It sounds like you can go back, gather things up and move on. With paralysis, that was no simple task. Once I recovered my ability to physically function, I was dismissed by the medical establishment as “healed.” Nothing was further from my truth. Countless steps were needed to adjust, cope, and learn new ways of being in the world. Boy did that make me mad! Fortunately, I had plenty of anger in storage and I used it as fuel to charge ahead.

To me, a game-changer is something that makes you look at your life, your very existence, and make the choice to stay; to face the challenges staring back at you or taking over your life. Everything in my life was affected. It was one of the hardest things I had to do, but I decided to stay.  The questions that propelled me: What does life mean to me? How can I go on? Am I willing to move forward?

Game-changers are challenges to meet head-on. Once I made it through my personal storm I realized how much I gained. Falling off a cliff was easy. Recovering from the impact was a real game-changer. Be well… Nancy T

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Help or Harm

These two words, opposites of sorts, may apply to many issues and situations in life. As a writer, there are times when I read and reread my words to be sure that they fall on the side of help and not harm. Of course, that is up for interpretation. What may feel helpful to me may come across as harmful to another. It’s a tricky dance. Personally, writing has always landed on the help side from the moment I sat in the woods with my back up against a huge fallen tree to sitting on my porch hiding from a storm writing these words. Writing helps me to revisit times and events as well as giving me a place for dark/scary thoughts and lovely/pleasant ideas. However, when I write to people or address certain situations I have to ask myself, which way will my words fall; help or harm? That was not always the case. In fact, it is a recent practice. I wrote to free myself, my spirit. I didn’t intentionally spew my words on the page with the thought of harm but that did happen. I forgot to ponder were my recipient was in their process or life to receive my words. 

Medically the words, “Do No Harm,” are prominent. Unfortunately, as we “practice” our work there are plenty of people who land at our feet in the harm pile. Continuing to check in with ourselves and to clearly come from our hearts reduces the casualties. Although we can all benefit from the practice of being present, being aware, being kind, being considerate, our actions don’t always come across that way.

I recently attended a class. There was a great deal of love in the room. Most participants had been in practice for several decades. But as we were learning, we were all newbies. Even the instructors were learning something “new” from our group. What I learned was I need to “ask.” To ask for what we need is difficult for all of us but it is helpful to everyone. The rewards are great. 

If you were to look at me, you would never know that paralysis lurked in my past. Although I am proud of that fact, it also causes harm at times. Being “unsure” of what I physically feel

has gotten me into trouble. When I check in with myself on a deeper level, I am very sure. In class, it became very apparent that what was happening, though beneficial, was harmful. It did change old, hard patterns in my body but it also hurt me. The experience flipped an internal switch. Suddenly I related to my paralyzed nineteen-year-old self. Someone was doing something to my body that was unpleasant and there was little I could do to STOP them. However, in class, that was far from the truth. All I had to do was ask and the situation would have changed. Instead, I laid there and wondered, “Is this ok?” There was too much stimulation for me to easily track and absorb. 

Thankfully, I asked questions and my partner asked me to share. It was then the raw feelings came and my story poured forth. 

I continue to learn about my body, mind, emotions, and soul. Of course, my past plays a part, in a way, so does thoughts of my future. But the truth of the matter is in the present moment. In that space and time I need to ask myself, does this help or harm? Then I shall make my move and be true to myself while considering others in my life. Be well… Nancy T