My biggest indulgence is a monthly appointment with Ryan. When I first started going to see him, I'd just broken my wrist, was frustrated with how it had impacted my body, mood and ability to exercise. I'm some one who has to move every day, in multiple directions, or my body gets cranky. So being limited to walking, sitting, standing and laying about was reeking havoc on my sense of self.
He asked me all the usual questions a massage therapist asks, what do you want me to concentrate on, do you do a repetitive form of physical exercise or work, have you been injured or ill recently, and so on. My wrist was just out of a cast. I'd been swimming in the waterproof cast, but no running, biking riding, hiking, kayaking, sailing or any of the other usual summer active adventures.
From when he first touched me, I saw things. I was very quiet at first and so was he. Then at some point I asked him if he'd even gone to Pow-Wows. His hands briefly stopped, fluttered and lighted again. He said, "Ah, so you're reading me, too." I asked what he had to do with Pow-Wow's and he said his husband was Native American and that is where they met and still attend them regularly. I asked him what he had been seeing in me. He said a friend of mine, he described her, was in trouble and needed to know she'd make it through the ordeal. I knew exactly who and he continued to describe her as if reading my mind. We went back to being quite after I told him I was actually going to call her later that night, and had already planned to do so, prior to my appointment.
Ryan is a great sports massage therapist, as he has competed in many races of various types and has studied the effects and remedies for injuries and over use of different muscle and tendon groups. He's wonderful at approaching it all holistically.
So in the 8 months I've been seeing him, once a month, we've continued to have this immediate and intimate relationship. Tonight was different though. We became one. Not sexually or physically, but spiritually. I was ragged when I arrived tonight. Been fighting off a flu that is going around, been playing taxi, running errands and the terms changed at work. Just mentally and physically running on fumes. He looked better than last time, as a bout of carpel-tunnel had been getting the best of him and he had to scale back his schedule for recovery.
Usually we talk while he goes over my limbs, back, extremities and neck. Briefly, intermittently and specifically about our common points of interest. But tonight, even before he'd re-entered the room, after I changed, I was practically asleep. We had discussed him doing some energy work on me the last time I'd visited, as he'd snuck some in and I'd felt the effects immediately. This time we'd agreed he'd go for it and I was along for the ride.
Colors. I saw lots of colors. Mostly Indigo and Gold. Alton colors. They swirled around my consciousness, while my eyes sank deeper into my sockets and my mind opened. Tunisian rooftops, and starbursts of light kept competing for my attention as he used pressure points, deep massage and healing touch to line up my chakras or whatever you call it.
I've only had this experience twice before. Once with a masseuse at the YWCA in Portland, ME in the 1980's and once during a massage while I was pregnant at a 5 Star Hotel in Maui in 2000. Colors, lightness of being and energy coursing through my veins hours after the massage has ended. This time it wasn't our emotional thoughts colliding through the air for the wellbeing (of others), but rather our spiritual energy swirling and blending together for my better health.
That is a gifted set of hands. Ryan the Rieki Master. I salute you and will see you next month, per usual!
Good night, Man with the Moon in his Hands, G'night!
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