On getting a massage

10 Jul


A thistle is a beautiful plant — with an overactive defense mechanism.  One must imagine that they are the most delicious of plants and have grown those prickles in order to stay safe.  I know how they feel.

I am a prickly person.  I throw up barriers right and left to strangers, acquaintances, friends, and family.  Poke me the wrong way on the wrong day and you’ll have welts from my spiky defenses.

So, letting my guard down is difficult.  Stepping out of my clothes and lying down on a massage table, covered only in a cool white sheet is a supreme act of trust for me (and many others, I know!).  Relaxing and enjoying that experience is an act of will.  Trusting those close to me is difficult; more so trusting a stranger.

I know there will be benefits.  I know I will leave feeling renewed and relaxed and . . . open, with thorns smoothed down, with prickles eased away, without as many defenses in place.


5 Responses to “On getting a massage”

  1. robin andrea 10 July, 2008 at 6:44 am #

    I’m a bit prickly myself, so I appreciate the the beautiful thistle as a symbol. Hope the massage goes well. I’m sure you’ll love it.

  2. Liza Lee Miller 10 July, 2008 at 4:03 pm #

    Thank you! Some of the best women I know are prickly! 🙂 The massage was on Tuesday and it was fantastic. Worked out kinks I didn’t know I had. I was sore and emotionally shaky but it felt good. I’m still feeling loose and limber. Definitely smoothed down some of those prickles!

  3. Susan Gets Native 10 July, 2008 at 8:41 pm #

    I have nettles instead of skin, so I know what you mean.
    My one and only professional massage was when I was 9 months preggers with Lorelei. The woman showed off her “skills” by touching a part of my upper thigh and made me have contractions. She made me nervous.
    But I left there after a facial, hair cut and greased up skin. I felt like a limp noodle.

  4. Liza Lee Miller 10 July, 2008 at 10:53 pm #

    Wow, Susan. What a story — how unprofessional of that woman. I had someone refuse to give me a foot massage at a massage booth at a conference when I was pregnant — they didn’t want the liability. Amazing! That limp noodle feeling is good. My massage was Tuesday and am still more relaxed than usual.

  5. BEG 11 July, 2008 at 6:35 pm #

    Love massages. Don’t get them often enough, though.

    You might like this:


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