Tonight Alison passed on a deep tissue massage a friend had offered. So I volunteered myself. And then I thought about it... um, do I have to undress? Is there going to be funny music and insense? Hmm... do I really want to do this?
And there was funny music. I believe it was from that "relaxing cd collection", with the buttons that you push at Target to luer you into buying "Celtic Breeze" or "Moonlight Echos." Only this was deep sea whales. Which is what I was: A big piece of blubber hanging off the table.
And I was relaxed. It was actually a really nice thing to experience. I have never been more aware of my skeleton. My skull. It was like, "there is my eye-socket." "There's my cheekbones, and that's how they connect to my teeth."
Then it was "I am going to die." I am not my thoughts, my consciousness, but really I am flesh and bone and synapse. That and "I am going to die because this crazy old lady is going to either break that knot free or break the bones protecting my heart from the backside."
But overall, if you haven't had a massage like that, you'd aught to.
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