On the Side

I don’t think I’ve shared my other love, the one on the side. If yoga is my true love (falling behind Blythe of course), well then, reflexology is my side thing. That said, blogging about reflexology here seems, well…wrong, and we all know that wrong can sometimes be so right.

Friday, I went to the Urban Oasis and met Brend (German, pronounced ‘Bent’). Brend would be my masseuse for the afternoon, and he immediately got to the business of finding out what exactly I knew about reflexology, so we spoke before we got into things under the sheets (stop it…massage my dears).

He praised my knowledge of reflexology, claiming “most people just think it’s a foot massage. You know well…” he exclaimed, clearly pleased. I assured him that I am a long time fan of the marvels of reflexology. Later, he commented on how tight my hips were. Defensively, I explained that I was practicing yoga to address the issue. He praised this too…one sure way of securing a nice tip!

Ever the professional, Brend touched my shoulders, concentrating on the right one which he noticed would need a lot of attention (hello!). I told him about my five-year bout with shoulder pain, and he said the most interesting thing: “we all hold a lot of tension there—it’s where our wings were clipped before falling to Earth…” It’s his little theory. I’d had my own theory, which has been sufficiently tossed aside for this more beautiful and thought provoking one. I’d never heard that before, and I’ve never had anyone zero in on the pain so expertly.

As Brend bounded on the bed for an added bonus, a hip stretch, that I sorely needed, he said, “Don’t be alarmed ahn-Dray-ah, I’m going to join you on the bed…” (as if I’d even given pause—he had me at the wing clipping theory!) We concluded after what felt like days and I left sated, feeling taller, less stressed and convinced that I’ll have to treat myself more often to Brend—I mean reflexology and massage. He asked what I would like to drink, post massage, and I replied green tea. He smiled and nodded, another wise choice and such a wise young lady.

In the recovery room, what was left for me was a tropical green tea, its citrus fun scent, tantalizing the entire room. Tropical green tea is my favorite, but I hadn’t expressed that to Brend, he just knew…the way we’d like all men to ‘just know.’

This blog is dedicated to Brend (Bent!), who single handedly (pun intended) reinvigorated my spine and acted as the conduit to my other love. Perhaps reflexology and massage are soulmates, no?

Random Thoughts

Driving is the single most unfeminine thing I do on a daily basis. Really...and I’m all about sports, playing them as well as watching. When driving, you must sit with your legs separated, arms out in front…at least one arm for me, as I like to drive with my hand on my hip—not that anyone can see this sexy stance. Not to mention maneuvering in and out of the darned things (cars). Trying to be cute while driving is really a feat, hats off to those of us that make it happen.

Speaking of arms out in front, why do people drive with two hands on the steering wheel when we have knees?

If politicians love to hear themselves speak, is it also strange but true logic that figures actors love to see themselves and writers enjoy reading their own words?

Why do we have terms/words in the English language like: Old Soul, Reincarnation, Karma and Past lives? Is there any truth to these notions and if so—what’s the real deal please? Do I have another shot at this or what?

Speaking of past lives, I wonder what would happen if you ran into yourself by chance. Say you’re a history buff and you read about some king or queen that really made a difference, or not…and it was you in a past life? Would that cause one to go insane if they figured out that it was they?

Let’s take this idea one step further, if you’ll allow me to digress…let’s take someone really notorious…like Adolf Hitler.

1. Here’s a person who’s ego entered a room well before he did (let’s just say he liked himself plenty).
2. The ultimate elitist
3. He never drank
4. He never smoked
5. He loved his wife (I’m guessing less than he loved himself…but whatever)
6. Controversial to say the least

If you believe in karma/past lives, etc., who would he be today?

Really, who do you think???





My guess is James Frey. Now wait a minute, let me explain:

1. Here’s a person who really hated himself, so much so that his life was one of the most destructive paths recorded (if you believe certain parts of the book)
2. Just your liking him was enough to put you on the bad list with him…it wasn’t you who wasn’t good enough, it was him
3. He drank…a lot
4. He smoked anything he could fit into a crack pipe
5. Let’s just say he had relationship problems with women
6. A Million Little Pieces = One big controversy
7. I’m not sure if he’s Jewish, but let’s just say for kicks and grins he is. Perhaps cause for all the self hate… what if you were Adolf and came back as a Jewish person…hmmm. It would explain a lot about James, no?

Just a thought, albeit random.