Tag: Daughter

  • Learning to Lean

    Namaste Jagged Little Pill album on blast. Alanis is screaming at me through Forgiven in this moment. I’m nose deep in my blog archives and some of these experiences require spirits in a shot glass, but I’m settling for alternative rock. Come on down memory lane with me, again, if you remember reading this one.…

  • Trip, Trip

    Namaste Was on my way out… Called my usual taxi driver and he answered saying he was in the hospital due to a lung infection. Curious. This is a guy who is proud of his e-cigars. Did he get the infection from one, or did he get the infection from whatever he was weaning himself…

  • Milk and Nipples

      Namaste It is said to be a blessed thing to give. As Therapists we live this. We give of our energy and skills and feel blessed by the positive feedback we receive. And while this direct form of giving is good, it is said that the highest form of giving is the type where…

  • Masaje Storie

    Namaste The Spring issue of the International Therapist (journal of the FHT) carries an article about storytelling during massage being an effective tool for reaching and bonding with children. I too can recall drawing shapes on one of my friends back in Primary School. She so enjoyed it that she had tokens to offer in…

  • Dry Brushing

    Namaste After all the talk about ethics I find myself brushing one of my clients, for about 15 minutes before each massage.  The scandalous part is that he is 94 years old.  I figure that Peter is on annual leave so no one is allowed access to the pearly gates at this time.  But, someone…

  • Tobago Lime

    Namaste First things first.  Clarification.  I was asked if my last blog was directly referring to a certain person.  No.  As I would have said some time before, whatever I write is my internal dialogue; reflections and projections that we are processing; that we being us – me, myself, and I.  It is never directed…

  • Mandate of a Massage Therapist

    Namaste In one of my recent conversations with my mother, she reminded me that she is always praying for me. No conversation is ever ended without blessings being uttered. Same with my father. So here was my Mom, praying that God surround me with His Cherubims. I listened, and agreed. I appreciate all the support…