Taking a closer look

The spa where I work full time as a massage therapist is closing at the end of October.

Only in DC could luxuries thrive: people going on with their affluent lives, cushioned from the reality of crumbling American economy, within the deep government pockets filled with money.

Surprising as it was to hear of the owners shutting things down, being in the DC metro government money circle, it wasn't exactly shocking. The business people who have been blundering behind the scenes will feel the cushion slipping first.

I found another job at a more upscale place (cringe), and I work every single day now waiting for the end of October and a day off. I can't help feeling as if I'm jumping from one jagged rock to the next as the stream slowly rises. Dreams make my nights restless, a very uncommon thing for me.

I will miss this little leaf. The jagged tear releases a line of light...I stare it at periodically throughout my massages, a glowing point of focus. Captured by hot glue, someone crafty positioned it onto a lampshade in my massage room. I love my work: zen with every client. Leaf, music, muscles, skin-breath in, breathing out--- it all blends into One.

i would like to think that leaf will fall off the lampshade one day. The fiery line generating the heat to soften the glue and release it from its well-intentioned bondage.

(It isn't until you're older that you REALLY understand that good intentions aren't always enough)

I guess it's the well-intentioned capture that helps me focus the actions of my work: It unsettles me, and I free it in my mind every time.


(EDIT: mobile rough draft fleshed out)

-- Sent from my Palm Pre