I’ve had many massages in my life. And yet, I am still reminded each time of how astounding the power of human touch is.
I guess that’s why hugs are healing and why skin-to-skin contact between infants and mothers are crucial right after birth. But while the element of love plays a central and potent part in these cases, the fact that a total stranger — through the magic of touch — can effect good to your physical and mental well-being is, again, astounding.
I have been super stressed and loaded at work recently that I think my subconscious put my feet on auto pilot to the massage parlor.
When I lifted my arms to tell the receptionists (who were also masseuses) that I had trouble using a machine at the gym, their eyes widened, like when you tell medical staff at a hospital that you fainted. They instantly get that concerned look.
One of the receptionists got to be my assigned masseuse and he was actually a new guy at the place. But as he prepared the massage table, I saw that he had this determined look, which was kind of relieving. It’s like right off the bat, you know they’re going to do a good job because they’re eager to untie those knots.
It was quite embarrassing, actually, the whole ordeal… my impossible frozen muscles, my inexplicable facial contortions, and my unabashedly unquiet remarks of pain.
When I said that I’ve been stressed, I heard him say “Ah!” within a split second. He said that stress actually rears its ugly face in the shoulders and in the neck, which I guess, makes the case for massages.
Someone with hands like yours but with knowledge of meridian and pressure points can ease your burdens away by pushing the right buttons in your body, so to speak.
Makes you wonder how we’re far more than just anatomy and how humanity needs more of each other than it forgets to realize or admit.
For our body’s optimal use, may we all find a good masseuse.
Cheers,
Fork
P.S.
Speaking of human touch, while a few images on this blog are AI-crafted, the writing is all human. All me. 🙂