Massage Your Imagination for a Moment

I attended massage school when I was 20 because it was something I loved to do. Since high school I had been giving friends and classmates massages during class or rehearsals in theater. It was something I was good at. People would sit in front of me with hopes that I would get the urge to touch them. And I did. And sometimes I still do. Many people choose professions that suit them, but it’s not necessarily what they love. I love to give massages. People love to get massages. The feeling of settling awkwardly on a massage table semi- (or sometimes completely) nude disappears when the therapist makes that first move. Slowly gliding their warm hands along the sides of your spine. Within minutes, you can get lost in the session. Muscles are being manipulated and blood circulation increasing. Yes, a good massage can do wonders for a person.

            But there’s something amazing on the other side of that story. The hands that do the manipulating guide a peaceful journey away from the world that envelopes us. As a therapist, there is a sense of magic when the client’s breathing slows down and the inhalations and exhalations lengthen. With the right music, a simple muscle manipulation is transformed into an art form. It’s not quite dancing to a smooth flow; it’s not quite conducting a ballad. It’s a rarely observed art with which neither word nor pictures can describe. It’s a kinesthetic art form that can only be truly appreciated by being in the moment.

            Like the edge of the water lapping the sand, thoughts fill my mind and then disappear with each breath. The flow of the massage begins to sync with the music. The flute holds a sweet note as I lengthen the muscles beneath my hands. The comfort and warmth of the room soothe both my own and my client’s energies. I can feel my own eyes droop as my client dozes. I never fall asleep, but the rhythm of the massage seems to sync with the slowed exhales. For a client to feel complete relaxation, a therapist must send out the same energies.

I nearly fell asleep writing this. I look forward to my next massage 🙂            

Spa-aaaaaaaah

I have been a massage therapist for 7+ years and have never had a proper spa day. yes, i have gone out and gotten my hair and nails done. yes, i have gone out and received a massage. or a facial, or sat in a sauna. but never all at once.

I have just finished nearly a year of teaching English to students in Surat Thani, Thailand and all I wanted was to spoil myself. But first, I needed to complete some massage courses in Chiang Mai. I discovered a pamphlet (well- many pamphlets). It offered a special promotion:

1 hour aromatherapy massage
1 hour facial (mask, cleanse, scrub, etc)
30 min body scrub
15 min jacuzzi
15 min sauna
_____________=1600 baht (USD $50ish)

I booked that for right after a cooking class (a different entry for later).

There were some technical issues concerning people not showing up on time, but otherwise, the owner picked me up from my hotel and drove me to the spa. It was in a quiet neighborhood-type of area. It was an old huge house converted into a spa. I was immediately given iced tea and slippers. I confirmed my preference and was given a sarong to change into. I was led to a small wooden box: the sauna. I didn’t make it through the entire 15 minutes (although it felt like 20) due to boredom. Then after some bananas and warm tea, I was shown outside to an enclosed patio with a HUGE jacuzzi. It was a perfect temperature and had plumerias floating in and around the water. I enjoyed this for the full 15 minutes with an ice cold glass of water at my disposal. Mind you, it had been over a year since the last time I sat in a bath. When my 15 minutes was up, I dried off and changed into a robe and went into the massage room.
The body scrub came next. I have given plenty of body scrubs before and have rubbed my own legs and feet with it, but have never gotten a full body scrub. DAMN. That shiz is rough! I realize now why the scrub is BEFORE the massage: a person gets tense when being scrubbed with mango scented salt for 30 minutes. She started with the legs and feet, continued my back and arms. She then turned me over and did my legs and arms again. Then without hesitation or warning, my upper body was exposed and she scrubbed my stomach and tatas! WHOA! I didn’t have time to react. In the US, draping is required and we normally put a towel over a lady’s chest before exposing the stomach. Magawd it was not pleasant. WORD OF ADVICE: when receiving oil massage or body scrub outside of the US – let them know in advance that you do NOT want your tatas rubbed (unless you do). 

After that awkward body scrub, I was taken to a shower and brought back to the room. She started the massage. Her pressure was way too deep Thai-style so i asked her to ease up a smidgeon. It was nice after that. But I caught her before she took the top of my blanket off this time – I said ‘no chest or stomach please ka’ and she didn’t.

I know that the next part was the facial. But I don’t remember it. I was passed the fuck out. I dreamed heavily as always. I dreamed the massage was over and I realized I had fallen asleep so I woke up in my dream and then in real life. I took off my eye covers to realize that I had the mask on and my session was NOT over. So I laid down and passed out again. Dreamed of school peers from middle school. ((Matt Heafy, lead singer of Trivium, and other school mates were gathered to ask me if I was attending their concert the next day. No offense, Matt, you have talent, but metal is not for me!)) Anywayhoo – I didn’t realize she was back in the room until a cool compress was washing away the mask. She continually tried to clean the mask from my nose and nostrils and I thought she was trying to suffocate me. . . until I drowned in a frozen lake felt the ice cold compress covering my entire face. You wanna wake a girl up???? Put an ice cold compress on her face!! Asshole. Way to tense me right back up. Goddamn. Anyway, facial was finished, I was utterly exhausted. My face felt soft without me even having the touch it. My body was floating down the stairs and into the changing area. I tipped the lady, and the owner drove me back to the hotel.

If you ever visit Chiang Mai, I recommend you treat yourself to Sinativa Spa.

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