So begins a new chapter. For too long, have I tried to fit into a mold that I created myself. Trying to be what I perceived, was what people wanted in a massage therapist. Serene, quiet, overly accommodating, a bit of a hippy who eats organic, eschews red meat, alcohol and tobacco. Who has a habitual yoga and meditation practice and belongs to an extended family of like minded people.
Well, I’m a bit of a failure. I LOVE meat. Tried to be a vegetarian for almost 2 years. It was awful!! My body punished me, and we had been such good friends before that. Oh, well. We made up and all is forgiven. My yoga and meditation practice is sporadic, at best. Unless you count playing with a wild, kitten to the Mortal Kombat theme song and painting to trance music.
I’m not much of a “hippy”, though I have associated with that type. I love diversity and have no problem with anyone, unless they want me to. I don’t like labels, but if I had to describe myself. I’d have to go with psychedelic, dreamer, anarchist, amateur, cultural anthropologist, gifted, massage therapist. Close enough. I am me and I’m not ashamed to say I’m a whole lot of awesome.
I wear a lot of black. Have my septum pierced and am in the process of becoming the illustrated woman. Every tattoo has a story. I love classical music played on modern instruments and rock music played on classical instruments. I love people who push boundaries, question authority, care for the less fortunate and make me question my beliefs. Comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.
Keep up with this blog and you’ll understand when I say. I am many.
So, I got the nickname, Fiery Chi Woman when I was at massage school. I have really warm hands and I can heat up a room when I’m working and my Chi gets stoked. My clients love it. Who needs hot packs and hot stones? Not me! I was blessed with a Reiki attunement as a tip a few years ago and the heat just got more intense. But now, it doesn’t come from me. It flows through me and I’m not depleted. I have several clients who come to me, not just for a massage, but also for some good energy. Psychic vampires are another post.
I’m also painfully empathic at times. I’m not much for crowds. I find it a bit, overwhelming. But, I must say. It makes being a massage therapist interesting. On several occasions, I’ve found myself weeping. I personally didn’t feel sad, but I could tell my client was going through some trauma and they couldn’t bring themselves to cry. I was crying for them. One lost her mother. They didn’t have a great relationship, but, hell.. That was her mom. Another woman told me she hadn’t cried since her doctor put her on Paxel. Boy, did she need to cry! I went through several tissues and she felt so much better. So did I. What a weird gift. As long as everyone comes out of the treatment with a smile. It’s good. I feel like I’m contributing to world peace, one person at a time.