Holding Places

When I was studying anatomy -and specifically multi directional breathing, we learned about how when cadavers are dissected, the habitual postures and holding patterns in life are reflected in atrophied and misshapen lungs (and other organs) in death.
Where a person has held tight -their insides had also not expanded, not been able to function fully, multi-dimentially.

This has always stuck with me, and felt like a profound metaphor for examining and asking, where am I contracted? Where am I folded, and un true?

What parts of me if untended to, will be atrophied or misshapen if examined at the end of my life?

The year or so before my trip to Scotland, and the trip itself were very much about a profound getting, of my holding places. And how uneven my growth had been, incredibly developed in some areas, but also, many places that had never seen the light, never been fed or tended to, or had a chance to become …there was malnourishment patterned from as long ago as I can remember, that needed attention; Soil, sunlight, listening to. Open and wild space in which to take hold …
For me it took getting physically sick to really know it.

I am continuing to restructure my life and work in a way is that both nourishing and values-aligned.

We all have them …I wonder, where are the places in you, the metaphorical atrophied lungs? What would be found if you were to be opened up today?

What values and things held sacred, are lying unexpressed, and in need of honoring and tending?