The best ever massage I have had was in Egypt, Sharm el Sheikh (currently in the news for different reasons). We booked an indulgent set of “spa treatments” over the days we were lazing in the sun. The “best ever massage” was not the first, nor the last.
Some people dismiss massage. The thought of taking your clothes off. Lying on a table with your eyes shut. Having someone else not only see you body. But having someone else touch your body. Probe your body. Probing your muscles. The ones that are knotted and tight. Knowing the stress levels, the fitness levels, the health levels, all those things we hide so well from others. Someone you invite to be all over your body …
And all I am doing is lying on the table and moaning with sensory overload. Moaning with an “ouch” that hurts but feels wonderful at the same time. Is that S&M? Does that sound like an indulgent love-making? Me lying there with my eyes closed, just a candle, and some soft music?
I wonder if that is why some people dismiss a massage. Vulnerability. Body image. Stripped bare. Too much skin to skin. And all those locker room jokes about “being serviced”. All those “special massages ” – would “sir like anything else?” What if I become aroused? What if …
This massage in Egypt? The (tiny) lady masseuse actually climbed onto the table to get a better angle for whatever kneading she was doing. Wow! That has never happened before. But the muscles she got to … wow! I never knew what massage could be until she did that!
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The best ever massages I have given are the ones where I get in synch with the person needing kneading. I don’t think you can give a “great massage” with technique alone. The times I have been told I have given a wonderful massage were not when “I was told” – they were when the person has moaned indulgently, “ouched” a little, been lost for words, been still and so (so!!) connected, and (afterwards) has asked – “how did you know which muscles needed that?”
The best massages I give are the ones where I get back more than I have given. And (whilst they can be sexy) a great massage transcends “sex”. A great massage connects something very primal, very deep, very spiritual, between the masseur and the massaged.
If I allow.
I think that’s why I have had some very “is that it?” massages. When the masseur has been “all technique and no connection”. And I think that is when I have not given great massages – going through the motions with my mind elsewhere.
To climb on the table to get a better angle? That is connection! That is commitment! That is spiritual! And that transcends “sex”!
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I am reading a book by Mel Wild. He wrote it especially for me. And you. And anyone who is brave enough to read words they expect to disagree with.
Mel’s book talks about massage (but he uses words like “orphan child relationship”). He speaks of being afraid of massages (except his words are “coming closer to God” in a way that is vulnerable). Mel speaks of connection. Of commitment. Of being probed. Of being “ouched” and loving it. Mel speaks of relationship that transcends religion.
I can understand why some people cannot “ do massage”. And I am left wondering why. Why push away something so utterly rewarding for both? Mel understands why some people cannot “do relationship beyond religion”. But wonders why. Why push away the very God of Love you pay lip service to with words of praise and worship.
There is “this moment” and every moment. There is having the Creator of All actually within me right now. The same God who we read of in Jesus and go “wow”. The same God who connects with us as we go “ouch”. The same God we kneel to, strip ourselves naked before, and then say only “Our Father, who art in Heaven ….” week after week.
(as we think about something else … wonder why we never connect like we see others connect … decide “that” is not for me … too scary … too “out there” … that is for “them” not me)