Don’t be fooled by the word massage — it’s definitely not that.
With extra emphasis on the *work*.
If you’re lucky, like I was, you’ll get an intuitive practitioner. ¬†Someone who can tune into what’s really going on in your body — your muscles and bones.
Unlike Swedish or Shiatsu (the only other types of massage I’ve encountered) where you lie on a table — Thai massage is a little less gentle and a lot more engaging. ¬† You’re fully dressed. You’re on the floor. ¬†And you kinda gotta give a little to get a little!
Which brings me back to the *work*.
It’s not exactly a relaxing session. ¬†You get rocked (literally!), flipped (like a hot potato!) until you’re stretched to your outer limit. ¬†It’s sorta like taking a yoga class, except the teacher does the yoga for you (at her advanced level!). ¬†Yes, there may be some pain involved.
It’s definitely not a¬†lie-there-and-do-nothing situation.
The ultimate in receiving — when the real *work* takes place. ¬† When the body (& soul!) are left to absorb.
And trust me, it goes pretty deep. ¬†It wasn’t until a little later that it all sank in. ¬†The blockages that have become so familiar, were removed. ¬†I was left totally open. ¬†Spacious. ¬†Even vulnerable. ¬†It was like my essence had room to breath, finally!
But as good as I felt…I was still uncomfortable.¬† I was almost too open for my New York City life. ¬† I didn’t know what to do with this new, stress-free self.
So I met a friend for coffee to return to what I know.
What’s your secret to staying with an uncomfortable version of yourself?