HONOUR MY WOMANHOOD?
One of life’s pleasures is to get a professional massage.
I adore getting a massage and always think, “Why don’t I get these more regularly?” but due to time and fiscal restraints, they are more of a “special occasion” pursuit than an up-keeping exercise.
Brushing your teeth is an up-keeping exercise. Using deodorant is an up-keeping exercise. Having a shower is an up-keeping exercise. Laying butt naked in a dimly lit room with the artificial sounds of rainforest drifting from a sound system while someone pummels your back with scented oil is a special-occasion pursuit.
Oh, but I wish it wasn’t!
Which makes me think of a massage I had last week. A hot rock massage in fact, which left me as limp as a noodle and my mind on high alert after the masseuse suggested I needed to “Honor my Womanhood”.
This particular masseuse, I suspect, was a distant relation of The Dalai Lama.
He was dressed in a loose white top and loose white pants and surprisingly, a pair of bright yellow crocs. I know this as my head was stuck in the massage table hole, so I got to look at his shoes a lot. He worked silently and, according to him, instinctively. I slipped into my usual massage coma, which was to allow a small rivulet of drool to escape the corner of my mouth and to emit small moans.
As the massage drew to an end, I started to panic a bit. I did not want it to stop! I tried to fully appreciate every stroke of his large, soft hands and almost wept when he declared that the treatment had been completed, and would I like a cup of fancy spa tea. (The type that smells like the water you empty into the sink from a vase after you throw the dead flowers out).
I declined, and instead asked him what his instincts told him when it came to my good self.
The masseuse sat down on a chair as I lay there in my post-treatment bliss, and looked me in the eye. He spoke of how my body was abuzz with nervous energy and that I had to commit to being still and present. He said that this state was very common for women, who take on too much mentally and do not know how to prioritise their wellbeing over the needs of others.
Well hello! Tell me something I don’t know…
And he did.
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