Falafel and ortho-bionomy
Oct. 20th, 2009 06:05 pmDear LJ,
Today I have discovered the wondrous joy that is falafel. I had always been suspicious of it before. It was green-and-brown, and it fell apart if you looked at it. People covered it with white stuff. But that was all before I tasted it. It tastes like fresh herbs, nuts, with a hint of bread, beans, and savories. It is amazing stuff.
What brought on this sudden adventurousness, this abrupt willingness to forgive the world its oddities and vaguely-scary things? My weekend of Ortho-bionomy class, that's what. I've raved before about my OB classes, and how, if you just gently suggest to the body that this is what it's doing, it will correct itself in a graceful, stress-off-your-back manner. But this class wasn't so much about a new concept as remembering how good I am in the first pace -- how much I love working with energy, and helping others whose bodies are aching, and how much I am loved by others in the massage community. How I never gave up that home. I am so grateful.
Today I have discovered the wondrous joy that is falafel. I had always been suspicious of it before. It was green-and-brown, and it fell apart if you looked at it. People covered it with white stuff. But that was all before I tasted it. It tastes like fresh herbs, nuts, with a hint of bread, beans, and savories. It is amazing stuff.
What brought on this sudden adventurousness, this abrupt willingness to forgive the world its oddities and vaguely-scary things? My weekend of Ortho-bionomy class, that's what. I've raved before about my OB classes, and how, if you just gently suggest to the body that this is what it's doing, it will correct itself in a graceful, stress-off-your-back manner. But this class wasn't so much about a new concept as remembering how good I am in the first pace -- how much I love working with energy, and helping others whose bodies are aching, and how much I am loved by others in the massage community. How I never gave up that home. I am so grateful.