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?