Stones, Skanderbeg, and the Body’s Stubborn Cold

Drita — a different Drita from the one in the earlier therapeutic-massage piece — had been carrying a cold in her right hip for six years. The pain had begun after a winter spent caring for her mother, who was dying. The kind of pain that, in TCM diagnosis, often follows prolonged grief held in the body without release. The hip had become a place where something was being stored, and the storage had become physical.

She had been to orthopaedic specialists. Two MRIs showed mild but not surgically significant arthritic changes. She had been told the pain was probably psychogenic, or possibly the early stages of bursitis, or possibly fibromyalgia. The diagnoses kept changing because none of them quite fit. The pain kept being there because it was being maintained by something the imaging could not see.

She came to me in October of last year, after a friend had described what stone therapy had done for a similar persistent complaint of hers. Drita was sceptical. She had been sceptical of every previous treatment too. She had been disappointed often enough that scepticism had become her baseline emotional setting toward any new attempt.

I told her honestly that I did not know whether the work would help her or not. The presentation was complex. We would do three sessions and then assess. If the work was helping, we would continue. If not, we would stop and I would not waste her time or her money.

The body that stores winter

There is something I have noticed enough times over the years that I have come to trust the pattern, even though I have not seen it described well in any of the books I have read: certain regions of the body, in certain people, become reservoirs for chronic cold. The cold is not always literal — the area is not necessarily lower in temperature than the surrounding tissue, though sometimes it is — but the felt sense of the area is cold to the person carrying it. It is heavier, denser, less responsive to ordinary warming measures than the rest of the body.

These reservoirs tend to form in particular places. The lower back in people who have carried heavy emotional loads. The upper chest in people who have suffered loss. The hips, particularly the right hip in right-handed people, in those who have carried prolonged caregiving stress. The lower abdomen in women after difficult childbirths or in the aftermath of certain kinds of pelvic surgery.

The conventional medical response to these patterns is, understandably, to look for an organic cause. Sometimes one is found and addressed. Often it is not, and the patient is told there is nothing to be done. The patient continues to feel the cold and the heaviness, and the medical system does not have a framework that takes their description seriously.

Volcanic stone therapy is one of the few interventions that addresses these reservoirs directly. The combination of deep penetrating heat and the slow rhythmic movement of the stones can, in clients who respond, gradually dissolve what the body has been holding. The process is slow. The change, when it comes, tends to be lasting.

Skanderbeg’s patience as a model for the work

When Drita described the right hip — six years of carrying it, the failed treatments, the slow loss of trust in the doctors she had seen, the resigned acceptance that this was simply how her body was going to be from now on — I thought, as I often do with this kind of client, of Skanderbeg.

The Albanian historical hero is usually invoked, in popular culture, as a symbol of fierce resistance. But the historical Skanderbeg’s actual military genius was not in fierce confrontation. It was in choosing very carefully when to fight, when to retreat, when to hold a position quietly, and when to attack at the precise moment when the cumulative effect of small skirmishes had weakened the opposition. He won not by overwhelming force but by careful timing across years.

The body’s stored cold responds to the same kind of patience. Direct confrontation — aggressive deep tissue work, forceful manipulation, high-dose pharmaceutical intervention — usually does not resolve it and sometimes makes it worse. The reservoir is too defended, too rooted, to be assaulted directly. What dissolves it is sustained, gentle, well-timed work over enough sessions that the body’s defensive grip eventually loosens.

I told Drita something like this at the intake. Not in those words exactly, but the underlying idea. The work would be patient. We would not be in a hurry. We would not push.

She nodded. She had been pushed too many times to find a slow approach unappealing.

The three sessions

The first session was a full ninety-minute volcanic stone treatment with particular attention to the right hip and lower back. I used larger stones for the hip — palm-sized to slightly larger — placed at the gluteal trigger points and slowly moved through the lateral hip fascia. The stones I rotated through were kept at a consistent working temperature, with three stones in the heating unit at any given time to maintain the rotation.

Drita slept on the table during much of the second half. When she got up, she said the hip was warmer in a way she could not remember it being for years. She did not promise herself that the warmth would last. She had learned not to.

She came back nine days later. The warmth from the first session, she reported, had persisted for about three days at a noticeable level, then gradually faded back to her baseline. The pain itself was perhaps fifteen percent less. Not dramatic. Not nothing.

Second session. Same protocol with small refinements. This time the work extended into the lower lumbar region on the right side, where I had noticed at the first session that the tissue had a similar dense, cold quality to the hip. The session was, like the first, mostly silent. Drita slept.

Third session, two weeks after the second. By now the pattern was clearer. The right hip and right lower back were two parts of a single reservoir, and the work needed to address them as one. The session included some abdominal work — gentle stone placement on the lower abdomen and a slow circular motion that addressed the iliopsoas through the front of the body. This was a piece I had not done in the first two sessions because I had wanted to start with the more directly affected areas. By the third session, the work could go deeper.

When she got off the table after the third session, she stood differently. Her right hip was no longer rotated outward by the slight amount it had been for years. She did not consciously notice this. I did.

The next four sessions

We agreed, after the third session, that the work was helping enough to continue. We did four more sessions across the next two months, with progressively increasing intervals between them. By the seventh session, the pain in the right hip was approximately seventy percent reduced from baseline. The “cold” quality of the hip had largely resolved. Drita could sleep on her right side again, which she had not been able to do since 2024.

I want to be careful in how I describe the outcome. Drita is not pain-free. The arthritic changes in her hip are real and will not be reversed by stone therapy or by anything else short of joint replacement, which she does not need. What has happened is that the stored cold, the reservoir of held grief and physical compensation that had built up over six years, has gradually dissolved. The underlying mild arthritis remains, but the body is no longer amplifying it through chronic muscular guarding and reduced circulation.

This is the realistic outcome for this kind of work. It is not magic. It does not restore the body to a state it has not been in for many years. What it does is remove the additional burden the body has been carrying on top of whatever underlying condition is present. For many clients, the additional burden was the larger part of the daily experience of pain. Removing it changes life in ways that are not visible on any imaging study but that the client feels clearly.

A note on grief

I have not avoided the word grief in this piece, and I do not want to step around it now. Drita lost her mother six years before she came to me. The hip began to hurt during the year of her mother’s dying. The connection between grief and the body is not a metaphor; it is something many practitioners observe in their own clients and something that the wider medical world has only recently begun to take seriously.

The volcanic stone work, in cases like Drita’s, is not psychotherapy. We do not talk about the grief during the sessions. I do not analyse it. But the work creates conditions in which the body can let go of what it has been holding, and the holding sometimes includes residual physical patterns from past emotional events. The release that happens is mostly silent. Sometimes a client cries on the table without quite knowing why. Sometimes they go home and have a vivid dream about a loved one. Sometimes they simply find themselves, weeks later, able to think about a difficult chapter in their life with less weight.

I do not direct any of this. I just do the work. The body, given the right conditions, does its own integration.

What I have come to believe

After many years of doing this work, I have come to believe something that I would not have predicted when I was a young student in Liaoning. I have come to believe that the body holds things, that holding requires effort, that the effort accumulates as physical signs over time, and that the right kind of patient external intervention can sometimes allow the body to put down what it has been carrying.

The volcanic stone therapy is one of several tools that can do this work. Acupuncture is another. Mud moxibustion is a third. Skilled relaxation massage, performed correctly, is a fourth. The right tool depends on the specific pattern of holding and the specific person. (The foundational long-form volcanic stone massage guide covers the modality’s full scope; this piece is one variation among many.)

What the tools share is patience. They do not force. They invite. The body responds, when it is ready, in its own way.

Skanderbeg would have approved.


Yang Wang practises Chinese medicine at Chinese Massage – Tai Chi Tirana. Names in client stories have been changed.

The Stubborn Hip: A Story of Six Tuesdays

Drita came in on a Tuesday in late September, the kind of afternoon when the heat had finally let go of Tirana and the air had a thin clean edge to it. She walked carefully. Not limping, not yet — but you could see her right hip carrying her in a way the left one wasn’t. She had a folder under her arm with two X-rays and a printout from a private practice in Pristina. She apologised for the folder before she sat down.

“Sorry. Doctors like papers.”

I told her the papers could wait. I asked her how she’d come up the stairs.

Three years of waiting for a miracle

Drita was sixty-one. She had been a school administrator for thirty-four years and was now two years from retirement. Her hip had started bothering her in the autumn of 2023 — a small ache after long days, dismissed as ordinary tiredness. By spring of 2024 the ache had moved closer to the surface and stayed there. By the time she came to see me, three years had passed.

In those three years she had seen, by her count: two general practitioners, an orthopaedic surgeon, a physiotherapist in Tirana, another physiotherapist in Pristina, a chiropractor in Skopje recommended by a cousin, and a reflexologist in Durrës who had told her the hip was a manifestation of unresolved family conflict. She had taken ibuprofen, naproxen, paracetamol, two short courses of celecoxib, magnesium, vitamin D, and a turmeric tincture from a herbalist in Korça. She had been told she needed surgery and she had been told she absolutely did not need surgery. She had been told to walk more, walk less, swim, not swim, and lose two kilograms.

By the time she sat across from me, what she wanted was not a miracle. What she wanted was someone to tell her honestly what they could and could not do for her.

What the body said when the papers were quiet

The X-rays showed what most hips that age show: mild osteoarthritic changes, joint space slightly narrower on the right than the left, no surgical indication. Nothing dramatic. Nothing that explained three years of progressive pain.

I asked her to lie on her back on the table without doing anything special — just settle. I watched her for about a minute before I touched her at all. The right leg was rotated outward by maybe fifteen degrees more than the left. The right ilium was sitting slightly higher. When I asked her to flex her right knee toward her chest, the range was halved compared to the left, and the stop point came not from the hip joint but from the gluteus medius — the small fan-shaped muscle that runs from the side of the pelvis to the top of the femur — which had become guarded and brittle from three years of compensating.

The hip itself was probably fine. The structure around it had quietly seized up.

This is the part where someone with a longer training might explain at length. In therapeutic Tui Na we have a shorthand for this kind of presentation — what classical texts call cold-damp obstruction in the lesser yang. The translation is not important. What my hands found was straightforward: muscles that have been holding still for too long, fibres that have lost their elasticity, fascia that has begun to behave like dried leather. (Readers whose hip pain travels down into the back may want to look at the related piece on therapeutic massage for back pain as well.)

The treatment is patient.

Mamica’s kind of patience

There is an Albanian word that does not have a direct equivalent in Chinese, though our culture has something close: the patience of someone who weathers a long winter without complaining about the snow. Mamica Kastrioti — Skanderbeg’s sister — had this quality. She is not in the schoolbooks the way her brother is. She moved through the resistance not with force but with composure, holding what she held without making noise about it. The body of a woman in her sixties who has worked the same job for thirty-four years has this kind of dignity built into it. It will not be rushed.

I told Drita the first session was for finding things. Mapping. No promises of dramatic change. She nodded. She did not want dramatic change. She had been promised dramatic change five times.

The protocol — slow, in three layers

We agreed on six weekly sessions, Tuesdays at four in the afternoon. The protocol was the unremarkable Tui Na sequence for chronic gluteal and trochanteric work, layered:

In the first two sessions, all the work was around the hip, not on it. We released the lower lumbar paraspinals on the right side, the quadratus lumborum, the iliopsoas through the abdomen (a manoeuvre many therapists skip because it is awkward to teach, but which makes the difference for these cases), and the lateral thigh fascia down to the knee. The hip itself was barely touched.

In the third and fourth sessions, we began direct work on the gluteus medius and the small external rotators — piriformis, quadratus femoris, the obturators. By the fourth session, Drita could bring her right knee to her chest at the same range as her left, which she had not been able to do for fourteen months.

In the fifth and sixth sessions, we worked the joint capsule with traction-and-release techniques, restored the rotation of the femoral head in the socket, and integrated the new range of motion with simple movement re-education — gentle leg circles on the table, then standing.

What she said on the seventh Tuesday

By the seventh Tuesday — which we had not originally planned, but which she came in for anyway — Drita walked up the stairs without holding the rail. She had not done that since 2024. She set the folder of X-rays down on the chair, and she laughed at it.

“All those papers, and what worked was an hour a week with someone who didn’t read them.”

I told her I had read them, on the second Tuesday, while she was on the table. They confirmed that what we were doing was safe. They did not explain her pain, because her pain had moved out of the joint and into the muscles around it, and X-rays do not photograph muscles.

She has been a regular for fourteen months now. We see her once a month — sometimes a maintenance session, sometimes she has overdone a weekend in Pogradec and needs the hip released again. She drives up from her village forty minutes away. We talk about her grandchildren, the school where she still works two days a week as a consultant, the way the seasons keep changing.

What I learned from her, not the other way around

There is a thing therapists do not often say: every patient teaches the therapist something. Drita taught me how much can be done with how little, if both sides agree on a time horizon. Six Tuesdays is not a long time when you have already waited three years. The body knows how to repair itself when its surroundings are made quiet enough. Our job is mostly to make the surroundings quiet.

When we said six sessions, we meant six. We did not stretch them to ten because we wanted to. We did not cut to four because she felt better at three. We made an agreement and we kept it. Besa, in its modern sense: a word given and honoured.

That is the work, mostly.


Yang Wang practises therapeutic massage and acupuncture at Chinese Massage – Tai Chi Tirana. Names in this story have been changed to protect client privacy; the sequence of sessions is described as it happened.