It was one of those days. Or week, really. When every turn of the hour is seemingly having a vendetta against you and finds you at a heart-pumping and brow-knitting tensed state.
One thing after another piles itself up on you and agitates you. You feel choked emotionally and wrung out physically.
YOU ARE TENSED OUT HOLISTICALLY.
Well there always can be more adding up to the tragic buffet, of course. Unless you take this situation by the neck and wring it mercilessly and make it square and right for you. Hence, for others too.
But sometimes, others will serve you what you need. At the most unexpected times..
I had been in quite a funk that week. But on one particular day at work, I just had about enough.
After quite a frustrating episode on the home-front, a ruffled exchange at work and finding out that what I was getting was what I don’t deserve, (thanks. I think) I found myself looking forward to meeting and serving my 1st massage client, who also happened to be a new client.
We proceeded into the realm of calm that was the treatment room, where I strive and always quite successfully indulge in the mastery of the soul; forgetting the self.
As I established the connection of touch on my client’s lean but extremely delicate body, I sought to weave a therapeutic and aromatic tale of bliss with my fat fingers and fleshy warm palms. Her whole being seems to harmoniously agree with my hands and she visibly released all her inhibitions and tensions under my care in less than 10 minutes.
Selfishly though, I admitted that I was still feeling the raw edge that my day has brought and yet I know I was on the mend.
And then suddenly, the whole sky seemed to crack and break in a thunderous loud roar! I was taken aback, but my hands were still unbroken from the contact with my client’s body. It took me a few seconds to recover and realize that there were people doing a helluva drilling job outside.
RIGHT OUTSIDE THE freaking SPA.
All hell broke loose, again for me and in me.
Now, I am a Gemini.
Astrology has it said that Gems are always the long sufferers of mind chatter, insomniac nights and we are the regular patrons in pursuits of intellectual stimulation. But today, I am feeling less like a Gem and much more a terrifying hot mess of a JAM!
I SO don’t need this. Aaaaaaarrrgh!
I almost wanted to stop the massage and shout out loud in protest! On top of that, there were many people passing by the spa and they gleefully decided to be louder than the loud drilling! Aaaaaaaarrrgh.
PLUS, this was Christmas season and the festive songs were on eternal till-death-do-us part repeat mode played by the building’s sound system. Michael Bolton was belting out “Santa Claus is coming to town” in various shades of pained gruff vocals and Celine Dion was belting out “Feliz Navidad” and it was just Oh. My. Gawd.
The OTT-and-nothing-less vocal of hers combined with Mr Bolton’s were simply weapons of mass destruction for this distraught mind at the wrong timing!
No offense, Dion fans. I love her and respect her.
No ditto on Bolton though, nah uh uh. I can pull his remaining blonde locks out really, from sheer frustration.
By each strand.
Loud next door drilling + loud endless festive songs + loud passersby + loud ugly emotions and mind = not a happy Wati.
Just when I surely thought that I will get over my funky funk by doing the woosa with myself by performing a massage on my client… 😦
Now I am a double or triple whammy loser battling over the edge and I have to battle my ugly state for the next 75minutes while providing a semblance of bliss to my client. I felt so awfully bad for her!
But hey wait, what was that? Was that a tiny snore I hear? A little muffled yes, but it was very audible enough rolling in like little waves with the heavier and much deeper breathings of my client. A slow and rhythmic up and down of her whole back was in perfect synchronicity with all little that Nature has to offer me.
Ladies and gentlemen, Miss L has left the building and has entered the higher state of consciousness called ‘sleep’.
I am glad to say that my fat fingers didn’t stop working and kneading her body as my mouth made a huge ‘O’ and my eyes were big balls of fire with amazement at her very noble achievement.
How she did it, amidst all that fuckery noise I don’t know! But she sure did it and it brought to mind a memory of my 1st meditation class long time ago with an English Buddhist monk. That class was marred by renovation noises too and he kept on losing focus by opening his eyes to check if his students are being mindfully quiet and not bothered by the commotion. How did I know? Because I kept on opening my eyes too! Hah, that made 2 of us mind MONK-eys! Geddit?
Anyway, as I continued to focus on Miss L’s sleep-induced breathings, I got into quite a hypnotic tizzy myself. My skilled fingers danced together with the melody of her composed breathings.
When I completed her whole back massage, I realized I felt heavier on my eyelids and breathings but lighter on my chest and shoulders. Yes, these all while the noises were still going on.
When I guided her to turn over and lay supine, she did it almost robot-like and fell right back into her slumber immediately after the kerfuffle of towel draping had passed.
I was impressed.
You know what else I was impressed with? The fact that by observing her breathings, I have managed to calm my frenzied self down and get into the same meditation session with my client. I mean, I could try to get meself calm down by counting to 1000 but whoever said that that’s a charming remedy needs a voodoo poke on the behind.
Miss L and I were conjoined in the same realm but of separate bubbles.
It was our 90 minutes of shared Nirvana.
When the time was up, I felt almost reluctant to ground myself back into this realm.
But I did what every therapist had to do: I woke her up gently and curve my lips into a smile slightly higher than usual and sincerely too, to her awakened but still sleepy self.
I knew I felt better than before, but she was a million bucks.
As she thanked me sweetly, I shook my head in full humility and said “No, I thank YOU. I really do.”
She laughed and asked in jest, “Did I snore, Wati?”
I replied, “You were playing spa music to my ears, Miss L!”
And we both laughed.