My Day at the Spa

My Day at the Spa


     Today is my Spa Day.  I’ve just located a new place that I’d like to visit. It’s an Asian place and most of the women speak little to no English. It’s fine with me. I’m here to get a massage and not have conversations with the masseuse.
     I go into the room, get ready and wait for my masseuse. I’m a little taken aback when the petite elderly Asian woman, who has just entered the room, speaks to me harshly, “ Lie down. Full body massage!”, she says.
    “Yes”, I reply. She begins massaging my feet and says, “ Past three years, you stuck. Nothing move. I see on you feet”.  She continues massaging, kneading my heels, pressing and pulling each toe until it cracks.
     She says, “Now, energy move again. Legs stuck, energy stuck here, too. Whole body, energy stuck. Work on feet and leg ,now you move energy through you. Thing you want many year now coming. Money you want , come now. Project you have come now, too”.  “ Ah”, she says with a laugh “Man you want hard to meet , special type of man, expect unexpected, strange circumstance, he come”. “ You meditate?”, she asks.
     “You walk?”, she asks. “You body, need movement”. She now begins the full body massage and I drift off into thought and a light sleep. I am realizing how things in my life have been on hold for the past three years. I contemplate my bank accounts, my retirement funds, my relationships, my book sales.
I allow her to yank and pull on my body, hoping that each pull will bring more freedom and support from a world that is currently being stingy with bestowing its gifts unto me.
It is my story. I don’t claim to be a victim. I claim to be proactive in all my endeavors. I’ve contemplated hiring an attorney to go after my pension . Sure, I’ve learned some things during this time and had experiences I might not have had. And now, no more experiences are needed in this realm. I am drifting off into sleep thinking, “ It’s my money and not the governments, so it’s time I had my money.”  Relationships,  hmm, I see I haven’t run into or encountered anyone that I’d be remotely or closely interested in. My friend , Darlene, says it’s cause I have a fantasy relationship to and with men.  I have to laugh at that, cause have you ever taken a close look at humans? In order to be in a relationship with another human you have to fantasize a bit about who they are and what they are really doing. It’s called survival. And lastly, stuck in my profession? I’ve spent the last three years making it all happen and doing all the work behind the scenes and setting the stage. I’ve been the little seed, deeply buried in the dirt, working my way to the sunlight, growing patiently , slowly, steadily,climbing under the earth, reaching out , striving towards the light.
I figure it has to happen. It’s inevitable . I’ve just got to make sure I don’t pull the little plant out from under the ground to check its progress. I need to trust on this one.
The massage is over.
      “Thank you, we finish now” , she says. She walks out, closing the door quietly behind her. It’s been an experience for sure. I get up, get dressed, leave the Spa, get into my car and reflect on all that has just happened. Time will reveal how deeply buried I am as a seed and how long it will take for me to sprout.