Sometimes my body, especially my left knee, which I injured in college playing rugby, feels as if someone took me apart at the joints and put me back together wrong, twisted. Sometimes a massage therapist puts me back together perfectly. And sometimes a massage sends me to another planet.
I had one of those mind-eraser massages tonight, the kind where I’m out cold on the table, and when it ends I have to work to recall how to use my body to get up and dress, and when conversation is even more of a strain than usual, and when I’m glad I’ve pre-written the check so I don’t have to remember how to use a pen or how to spell my name, and when it takes some extra concentration to walk out of the room and to find my way home. When I feel absolutely still and quiet and gentle and I want to make the stillness last.
Kelly Clark – Two Hands for Massage
Ann Arbor, MI 48103