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?