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Rising and meeting the day
Nov. 6th, 2006 07:39 amI've been hesitant to post lately; for the most part, I feel like what I have to say is either banal, massage/medicine-specific, or something else that's almost always better said to myself.
But here's something nice: the weather was perfect and calm yesterday, and I'm happy about it. I left the camera behind, happily pointing out things out to Neil when I saw something beautiful. (With the camera in hand, I bring in an element of self-criticism that's misplaced: the day is beautiful whether or not I capture it from the right angle, with the right camera settings, and I am good and surviving whether or not anyone else can see what I do. Whether or not anyone even loves what I do.) We cooked up a warm potato salad with a vinagrette of brown sugar, cider vinegar, bacon, and sauteed onions. We had lovely rosemary-juicy pork chops.
I get to see David today, which is a high note despite Neil's being gone at a conference for the next two days.
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In massage therapy and in life, it's important to remember how it feels to be happy and centered: body moving, mind receptive, quiet, and with the scent of goodness in the air. Goodness is Fall on a mild, clean day: leafmeal, ready to change, with a home that smells as warm and open as an embrace.
My house smelled like cooking and my beloved yesterday, and I miss him already, but it'll be okay.
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I should reiterate that I need more practice with massage; so much of school is about being in your head, as opposed to in your hands. I'd like to massage more and keep in touch with more friends... I miss you.
But here's something nice: the weather was perfect and calm yesterday, and I'm happy about it. I left the camera behind, happily pointing out things out to Neil when I saw something beautiful. (With the camera in hand, I bring in an element of self-criticism that's misplaced: the day is beautiful whether or not I capture it from the right angle, with the right camera settings, and I am good and surviving whether or not anyone else can see what I do. Whether or not anyone even loves what I do.) We cooked up a warm potato salad with a vinagrette of brown sugar, cider vinegar, bacon, and sauteed onions. We had lovely rosemary-juicy pork chops.
I get to see David today, which is a high note despite Neil's being gone at a conference for the next two days.
In massage therapy and in life, it's important to remember how it feels to be happy and centered: body moving, mind receptive, quiet, and with the scent of goodness in the air. Goodness is Fall on a mild, clean day: leafmeal, ready to change, with a home that smells as warm and open as an embrace.
My house smelled like cooking and my beloved yesterday, and I miss him already, but it'll be okay.
I should reiterate that I need more practice with massage; so much of school is about being in your head, as opposed to in your hands. I'd like to massage more and keep in touch with more friends... I miss you.
