Tag: communication

  • The Big Picture

    Namaste I grew up hearing that every action has an equal and opposite reaction.  I relegated that to some vague concept of Chemistry because it was too scary to apply it to everyday life.  It works perfectly in that giving would automatically activate receiving, but when I think of doing good and getting bad as…

  • Lights

    Namaste I had the privilege of seeing a Therapist receive therapy and was humbly reminded that we are all a work in progress and that this life is about interdependence, not independence. We need each other. This gentleman has been treating people for years quite effectively. Now he stood ready to face his own reality:…

  • Brazilian Waxing

    Namaste I got a text message from a Therapist stating that she has gotten a new client who has had a stroke and is suffering from severe pain whenever movement is required. She wanted to know if I had any suggestions to share. I started responding: You should brush him… Then I stopped, remembering that…

  • Happy…Ending

    Namaste Sat down to write. Heard my gate. Heard footsteps. I waited. A voice called. I went to the door to see my neighbour with knitted brows staring at my ceiling accessories. He came to put me on alert that thieves broke into one of the apartments and left with a new flat screen TV.…

  • Pain Reduction or Induction?

    Namaste Last week COSTATT had their health fair at NAPA and I was invited to hang out with Adepeju at the OMO and BestStart booth.  When I arrived lunch was served so I participated.  One of the persons sitting at my table (or was I sitting at hers?) was from St. Ann’s Hospital and I…

  • Massage as an act of Kindness

    Namaste I was gently advised, regarding my remark about Jesus being my Teacher, that Jesus is not merely a Teacher, but that He is the Son of God. Yes, I heard that before. Someone sought to give us a picture of God by stating that He knows what’s beyond the heavens and the earths (yes,…

  • Massage Approved by Cats

    Namaste I went down Memory Lane the other day.  It was not the kind of Lane with a rugged path and picket fences with paling staves that adopted a diagonal position from sheer lack of maintenance.  No.  It was decked out with a string of booths made of glass and I could see what was…