Poetry of Massage
Forgot to mention yesterday that I was pleasantly surprised a couple of days ago to receive my massage from Manju, Dr. Arora’s wife. Since I’ve written about this previously, an since the experience repeats itself each and every time I get my massage from her, I will simply copy the post content from last year’s post. Enjoy!
Today I was enjoying my massage, when someone walked into the room. I looked up, and there, to my great pleasure and surprise, stood Manju, Dr. Arora’s wife, a good friend, amazing cook and supreme massage therapist. I thought she had come up just to say hello, as she has retired from massage therapy (she is a certified ND – Naturopath), and only comes in in emergencies when the two girls cannot manage a rush of people.
When I saw her, I gave her a big smile, and asked why she was there and she said “holiday”. (Turns out she had come in to have Devi wax her legs for her!). And then to my further pleasure and surprise, she put on an apron…meaning, she was going to finish my massage!! I was overjoyed at the prospect, and I told her so. She was pleased as well, and although Devi had already done my legs and arms, there was still plenty left to do.
Both girls are very good massage therapist, Manju having trained them. They are fully competent and know the exact techniques to use during a massage, but they work by rote, without thinking at all about what they are doing. They may be thinking about what they have to do when they get home, or even chatting with each other (which I personally discourage as I like my quiet time during the massage).
Manju on the other hand, puts sincere, specific, loving intention into each stroke and movement, being completely present in the moment and in what she is doing. The difference is immediately felt and most appreciated. How wonderful it would be to have her give me my massage each and every day, but this is no longer an option.
The difference between the girls and Manju, can be likened to poetry, Imagine a child reciting a poem he has learned by heart. He knows all the words perfectly, but has no clue or thought about its meaning. This is a massage by the girls.
An adult, who loves poetry, will read the same poem , filling each and every word and phrase with their individual meanings and the combined meaning of the whole. You will “feel” the beauty of the poem, understand what the poet is trying to say, feel the emotions behind the words etc.
This is a massage by Manju…pure poetry!