In the meanwhile I want to share the writings of my favorite undiscovered best seller, author and massage therapist, Rinalda. Because of the lenght of this post it will be delivered over the next three days. This piece is a very interesting read. It follows...
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Namaste
Mrs B is in her 50s and menopause is really taking a swing at her. Her husband has developed a sinus problem because they have had to install A/C in the bedroom to help her to deal with the heat, but while she enjoys the cold, he is struggling. The air is too thin. Many nights he has to leave the bedroom and go sleep in the living room which is totally not his thing as he is the kind of man who needs to cuddle and sleep. But it’s not just the A/C in the bedroom that’s cold, her arms are too. Her libido is at an all-time low and she has no desire to take ‘enhancing’ drugs.
What does he do? He masturbates. Does she participate? No. She is aware of his practice, but it is not a conversation piece between them. She is thankful that he is managing his desires without flaunting a spring-chicken in her face. Of course, this does not mean that such does not exist. He is a very outgoing man with two eyes in his head, and he sees women who he desires and who desire him, and he’s been able to engage in relationship where the woman understands that he is not leaving his wife, and that if she sees someone that she would like to move on with, she is free to do so at any time.
Several have moved on. He remarked that he loves his wife, respects her efforts, and tries to be accommodating. On several occasions he has felt spurned because his attempts just to hold her were perceived as sexual initiations, and she shut down on him like an old car. He said that sometime she seems to be stressed out at having to sexually satisfy him. So while he is very upbeat about everything else, he has had to keep a low profile on the sex thing so that he does not have to feel rejected, and she does not have to have one of those ‘oh my god, not again’ moments.
The longer we live the more people wind their way in and out of our circle. He found his way into mine after hearing me talk of massage, and deciding that it could be added as one of his behavior-management methods. He came for the massage, but stayed longer for the conversation. And, as conversations go, he wanted to know the extent of my services and whether I’ve had a client who wanted more than a massage. I told him Massage Therapists probably receive more propositions than the regular spousal relations can spawn. Some of the proposals are decent and I am fine with them.
I mentioned one of my clients who pays for my time whether I had dinner with him, did a massage, or just sat in his hotel room keeping his company, and another who likes to read by the pool, so I would meet him there and talk about his day and his book (the one he is reading or the one he recently published) and when he is ready, we go to the room and do the massage and I am paid for the poolside lime as well as for the massage. He told me that he hopes to get a boost in his business soon, so I can consider some of my nights booked just for the company. Oh lucky lucky me. I told him I’m an Exotic Bird of Paradise and am better admired and left in my environment. I won’t sing if caged, and I will certainly pluck his eyes out if he tries to clip my wings, so let’s play it safe and keep a healthy distance.
By this time it had dawned on him that the music on the stereo, which he liked, was being repeated. He asked if I he was hearing right, if it’s the same song playing over and over. Yep. Tumare Darshan by Deva Premal. He has heard her name before but never paid attention to her music. He could not imagine listening to the same thing repeatedly no matter how much he liked it. I told him that it’s been on repeat for the past two days. You’re kidding! No. Why would you do that? I told him to look at the walls.
They have the same colour paint as the day I first moved in. It sets the tone for whatever decorations I put on it. No one I know paints every five minutes. The paint has to set, at least, before another coat is added. Similarly, I use music to ‘set’ the tone of my space. Having a different song every five minutes disrupts the present tone to facilitate another.
Once I decide on the music for the moment, I stick with it until its energy is so palpable, you can walk through the door and sense the difference between where you were and where you are. For me it is not about ‘liking’ the music, but rather understanding what it does so that I can use it to cultivate a peaceful and healing environment. He never looked at music like that before.
Once I decide on the music for the moment, I stick with it until its energy is so palpable, you can walk through the door and sense the difference between where you were and where you are. For me it is not about ‘liking’ the music, but rather understanding what it does so that I can use it to cultivate a peaceful and healing environment. He never looked at music like that before.
"We live that we may learn to love. We love that we may learn to live. No other lesson is required of man."
