I had the most profound experience last week…

I got myself a massage. But it was not a usual Deep Tissue massage that I get. It was a Shiatsu Massage

I have had them before, pre-Covid the last time. But they were given in the usual massage style on a bench with face supporting ring etc. 

This one was on the floor. On a soft mat with a pillow. 

I knew that going in, but I did not know what to expect. Since I am open to new experiences, I was curious.

Starting with an abdomen/diaphragm examination to assess my level of tension, the practitioner went over my arms, hands, legs, feet, neck, shoulders…basically the whole body.

It was not intense. Not in the way of a deep tissue way. My knots were not being palpitated and fiddled with. I was not at any point holding back from screaming with pain. It was gentle. It was soothing. And I was fully awake and aware the whole time, if relaxed. The soft voice of the practictioner helped with his directed pressure.

I could feel intensity in different parts of my body when he pressed on a point, but not pain.

And then I was done. I simply got up, paid and left.

But the magic seemed to unfold after I Ieft the studio…

The world just slowed down for me. The afternoon breeze in the trees became a thing to stop and notice. 

I slowly walked to my car. What was the rush? I would get wherever I needed to. 

Life suddenly felt easeful. 

When a car honked somewhere around me at the red light…I truly felt like it just brushed off of me- without poking me into irritation. I just smiled. 

I felt immune to the chaos of the world.

Like all these little troubles of the world could not touch me. 

I felt above it all. I felt soft and slow in the most delicious way.

This is not a feeling I ever remember as having before in my life. 

It was new. And it was beautiful. 

I remember thinking to myself, waiting at that red light, that if we all got that kind of a massage once in a while, the world would be a kinder and nicer place to live in…