The second sign of the year is Aquarius. The body part associated with Aquarius are the ankles and being able to flow.
The Aquarius energetic signatures are innovation and energetic circuitry. People who have their sun sign in Aquarius often tend to have stagnating circulation or ankle instability which often indicates a resistance to connect and change, or a disruption of energetic flow.
Over the years, here’s what I observed about ankle issues:
• Support based upon psychological and emotional beliefs that gives one meaning and purpose
• Questioning or doubting what we once perceived as our support, created by extreme trauma or shock; feelings of betrayal or rejection
• Support systems possibly pulled from underneath us, or perhaps core beliefs being challenged or questioned
• Ankles symbolize our capacity to decide on concrete issues with a full conscience:
*Sprained/twisted ankles – lack of bending to a direction one is heading; strain/pressure is too great
*Swollen ankles – signifies emotional energy; holding onto and resistance to letting go
*Broken – deep conflict about one’s footing and support system. Possible breakdown in one’s belief structure and direction they are heading
Here is my personal ankle story that never made it into my first book, Infinite Body Wisdom.
My Left Ankle Injury (2004)
My left ankle was extremely sprained eight or nine years ago playing tennis. Let me give some background – I first picked up tennis back in the summer of ’92 in California. When I came back home to Hawaii in late summer, my Auntie Tomi and her best friend Matsu, began to teach me the basics of tennis, such as how to hold the racket properly, making contact with the tennis ball, and the forehand and backhand strokes. Of course, initially I was a nightmare, launching most of my balls either over the fence or landing straight into the bottom of the net.
My auntie was playing tennis for years and had a 4.0 rating in the local tennis league at the time with her nickname being “The Wall,” which symbolized the daunting fact that no matter what ball you sent to her, she would always return it. This factoid was key, which as infuriating as it was, it helped me to get better, even though I only played tennis with her when I came home for the summer and Christmas break.
Back to my ankle story – so here I was playing with my Auntie Tomi, mind you, who is 40 years older than me, and for 12 years straight would always beat me (actually demolish me). However, this one morning, I was on fire and won a set from her. Although I was extremely tired I agreed to play another set. In the early part of the set, my auntie sent over a drop shot, which I sprinted to pick up and in the process rolled over my left ankle. I heard this God forsaken, craaaackkk! and then experienced one of the most excruciating pains. Working with extremities, I knew that if I could reset my ankle and put my weight on it, it wouldn’t be broken. I was able to put weight on it, so I was relieved that it wasn’t broken.
However, once I got home and took a shower and rested, my ankle swelled up and so I just laid on my bed. For the most part, as long as I kept my foot still, I felt no pain and could walk on it (hobbling).
For the next few nights, every time I would drift off to sleep and my body would relax, I would feel a searing pain in my ankle that would jolt me out of sleep. I was rather miffed that here I was, having the best day ever beating my auntie handily, and I sprained my ankle. It took me seven days to let it heal, and I had to surrender to this experience, and not go into my office and work on members.
I was forced to literally stop and reflect on why this happened for me, and not TO me. I began to look at what I was doing or not doing. First off, I realized that I was telling my members to listen to their bodies, get enough rest, and eat well, but I wasn’t doing that for myself. To give you a peek at what I was doing up until I sprained my ankle, here was my weekly schedule:
Sunday: I would do side jobs with my dad, fixing houses and would wake up at 6:30 A.M. and work until around 3 or 4 P.M.
Monday: I worked 7:00 A.M.-7:00 P.M.
Tuesday: I watched my daughter all day from when she woke up until the time she went to bed.
Wednesday: I worked 7:00 A.M.-7:00 P.M.
Thursday: I played tennis with my auntie early in the morning at 6 A.M. then took care of my daughter until around 11 A.M., and then went into the office to do work from noon to 6:30 P.M.
Friday: I worked 7:00 A.M.-7:00 P.M, then I would do a Life Talk from 7:30 to 8:30 P.M.
Saturday: I worked 7:00 A.M.-2:00 P.M.
I had this schedule for about a year when this fortunate event happened, which forced me to stop and reassess my life. I decided to stop working on Thursdays, and made it a day for ME. Next I told my dad that I couldn’t work on the weekends anymore. The most amazing and bizarre thing happened the moment I decided this–I was able to walk on my foot again, and go back to work!
The ankle pain didn’t go away immediately, and took almost a year before there was no residual pain. I do know that if the pain completely disappeared right away, I would’ve gone back to doing what I was doing. So in essence, the pain was a clear reminder for me to move forward in a new way and not go back into my old patterns.
Until this day, I wonder if I may have actually had a fracture, and if I didn’t pivot and make a change, would my body’s wisdom have fractured it to force me to change? Years later, my left ankle will sometimes bother me, and I know it’s not because of the weather. Usually it’s because my body is trying to get me to pivot and move forward on something that I am being resistant to.