Tuesday, September 07, 2010
The New Age
The first time I ever got a massage, I was awfully young and had received a gift certificate for Christmas. Nervous about relaxing, I went in and the woman lit a pink candle, told me I had a lot of negative energy, and informed me that I should avoid chocolate and caffeine, probably the most benign substances in my diet at that time. A person raised to believe that KFC was health food, I didn't fit into this world of soft instrumental music and crystals. I didn't like being touched by a stranger, having had that experience more than I cared to admit. I didn't like my negative energy being addressed in such an abrupt way. It had, after all, been with me for a long time.
Over the years, my attitudes have changed. My sister Beth became a massage therapist because I suggested that she might be good at it. I got lots more massages and have since been told I have a lively aura. In a photograph I had done at a psychic fair with my buddy Cal, I have a gold aura with patches of black at the edges which seems to make sense. I have had my chakras cleansed (probably very dirty I suspect) and have undergone reiki from a Vietnam Vet who told me that besides a few cobwebs, I look pretty good, energy-wise. I enjoy crystals and the whole nine yards of the metaphysical world. That music, though! I still don't like it. Would it kill a therapist to put on a little Miles Davis?
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone." George Eliot
Memoir suggestion: Let's Take The Long Way Home Gail Caldwell
Benedictions and Maledictions