Visiting an Osteopath

I didn’t expect the breathwork—not like that anyway.

Loud. Audible.

His and mine, rising and falling in some shared choreography I didn’t know I knew.

At one point we grunted together. It surprised me because we didn’t mean to, but because something was leaving.

It was raw. Almost animal.

But it wasn’t embarrassing. It wasn’t strange. It was sacred.

The kind of sound you don’t make unless your body feels safe enough to stop protecting itself.

Have you ever had an experience like this with someone deeply spiritual in the garb of an osteopath?