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At least, according to one of my clients yesterday.

As I worked on her body, I noticed her jaw clenching and unclenching, so I saved the last fifteen minutes of the massage for some extra luscious neck attention, cranio sacral extension and lots of juicy mooshing(yes that is a highly scientific professional term) of all the TMJ attachments and muscles.. As I slid my hands almost imperceptibly out from under her head and wished her a good evening, she said four words that made my day:

‘You are the antidote’, breathed out in a long sigh of blissful relief.

Sophie says I should put it on my business cards.

I’m thinking, T-shirt.

One of my fellow practitioners came into our lounge at work today and collapsed on the couch, looking completely exhausted. She said she didn’t even have the energy to go get lunch. I had a client in five minutes, so though my heart went out to her(I sure know that bone-tired, trainwrecked feeling) I didn’t have much time to offer consolation-or even just a sandwich. So I was glad to see she’d put herself on my schedule.

A recent rear-ending(no actual trains involved) had whiplashed her neck, so I set to work on her unhappy, gluey scalenes(muscles on the front of the neck, to either side of the windpipe). I did some good work on the right, got some loosening and melting happening and then switched over to her left. As I started in, sudden nausea hit me, hard. Chills and that urgent ‘oh shit, if I don’t get down on the floor right away I’m gonna upchuck banana’ feeling. Luckily, she’s a friend and fellow therapist, so I ‘fessed what was up and went to my hands and knees on the floor.

It passed quickly, but the moment I started in on her neck again-GRUH!-Back on the floor.

So… We moved on to her legs. No problem. The nausea episode was over.

Phewph. Our conclusion: She needs to go see her chiropractor(she’s been procrastinating) and I need to work on being a little less empathic.

I just worked on a nurse whose doctor won’t prescribe massage, even though her insurance would allow her to receive it regularly.

She(the doctor) apparently thinks that breast reduction surgery and sleep drugs are the answer for my client’s back pain and stress-related insomnia!

Gaaaaah! I’d like to do a little accupressure on her hermetically entrenched pea brain.

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My prescription is a change of doctors. Unfortunately, that means she has to change her insurance first-to one that allows her to see a different doctor.

How bassackwords is that!

Go see my dear friend Sharon at her beautiful new garden studio in Shoreline. She’s the best of the best-just being in her sweet, grounded presence recharges my energy cells, fills me with love and courage and soothes my often anxious tummy.

She’ll help you revamp your rumpled, forlorn corporeal temple with her excellent nutrition therapy, delicious massage and amazing acupuncture skilz.

Love yourself, Go!

I love it when I’m working and clients just sort of melt into that dreamlike gap between sleeping and waking. Sometimes I’m tempted to lean in and whisper healing suggestions to their higher mind and tight little muscles. ‘Let go, let it release… No need to hold on so hard, baby, relax, you can heal safely, strong and flexible. Come on, yeah, there you go, purrrrrfect!’

It’s amazing how tightly people hold on with their muscles, without even realising they’re doing it. And completely awesome to feel them let go, relaxing into your hands and melting away the stress.

Love that shit.

‘Strong and velvety’ he says, as I work on the twitchy plantar surface of his foot… Trust a frog-loving singer to come up with the best compliment ever.

Hmmm… Maybe I should add a flattery category.

My fourth client tonight told me she was psyched to get a massage from me, ‘cuz my last client was so sleepily ebullient on the way out-he told her he’d just had the BEST MASSAGE EVER!

Hee. As I was giving him said fabulous massage he said(after apologizing for snorting himself awake) next time he was going to book me for the last appointment of the evening, so he could go home and go to sleep after.

said my client today.

I think it was a compliment. Or at least I decided to take it that way, though perhaps the pup was being saucy. He’d never had a massage before and seemed to be enjoying himself immensely.

I told him I wasn’t(married), but I tended to date people who give as well as they get.

I’ve seen enough unhappy, wrenched, aching, sore bodies now to tell you, emphatically, they DO NOT like being bashed about for hours on the sparkly, sunny waves.

No matter how much fun your brain is having.

Gave some kickass ’ssage tonight, despite my splitting headache.

There’s nothing like a well-informed, heartfelt massage compliment to restore my sadly sagging sack of confidence.

One of my clients was a self-admittedly extremely picky massage therapist(compliments always carry a little extra weight from a fellow professional). She was surprised to hear I’d graduated from Brenneke. She said I gave massage like an Utting grad. Huh? She clarified, my approach was very specific to the muscles and I was very present in my touch.

It’s all your fault, Svadesh! I took your awesome Art of Deep Tissue Massage and now I’m all Uttingified.

Oh well, she also said it was the best massage she’d had in a long time and they’re all Cortiva now anyway.