Today I hung out with the amazing Jill Coyne and I let her womanhandle me.
Several things I didn’t expect happened today. Maybe the most important of which is that Chicago got back on my good side. We had been in kind of a tiff. But, as it always seems to go with this goddamn town, the love affair runs deep.
Jill’s office is in the Fine Arts Building on Michigan Avenue. I hadn’t been in it since Harrington Design Institute occupied several of it’s floors. I had forgotten what an amazing building it is, complete with the old timey kind of elevators that it takes a dude to operate. It’s home to all kinds of people, from violin makers to ceramicists, opera singers to architects, and is in itself solid proof that they just don’t make ’em like they used to.
The years I went to school there happened to be during my pre-computer courses, my hand drafting and hand drawing years. Harrington was bought and became a College halfway through my degree and moved to new ultra modern digs, at the exact time that I moved up the ranks to computer drafting and rendering.
Of course, Harrington’s new spot at Madison and Wells was stunning and cutting edge and wired to the gills. I mean, this is a college of professional interior designers, what else would you expect?
But, oh man, will I always have such a spot in my heart for the years I spent in that wonderful old building, even when it took one hundred years to get to class because like I said, there is literally a dude who operates the fucking elevators.
I can seriously listen to Jill talk about stuff for hours and hours. And today was simply enlightening. There just isn’t any other word for it. For example, she explained the types of things that your body carries in it’s memory, and how being Rolfed can bring those things to the surface. Everyone has some stand out events from childhood that color how we view the world, good or bad. They seem so real, because they are some of the first experiences we have that we are the decider on, but ultimately they are random, and in a way meaningless. Even though they feel like the absolute truth.
That is until you move them around a little bit.
Jill is also proof to support my theory that the people in this world who are worth listening to are also by default, really funny. It’s as if, without even trying, they are these comedians, always winking a little bit at the cosmic joke we are all a part of.
“Rolfing is permanent. After you’re Rolfed you’re like a Jaguar. No matter how long you drive a Jaguar, it’s not going to turn into a Ford.” –Ida P. Rolf, Ph.D.
So, thanks Jill. I always enjoy seeing you in person and of course in the biggest of all the Social Networks, The Collective Unconscious. ♥