An invitation…


I’ve had some time to think about life…

I’ve had some life to think about time…

There are some things I’d like to share with you, yes you– if you think about these things, too.

When I was in massage school they urged is to find our niche, in our field. They said “don’t go out there trying to be everyone’s massage therapist”, and “focus on a specialty”. I was 25 and from a small town and I didn’t think I could be selective.

But I’ve had some time to think about things. I’ve had some time to consider who I’m here to serve.

When I think about my true work, I know that who I am and what I have to offer is aligned with those who need to experience peace, if only for an hour. Those who need to be heard and held. Those who have the words for it and those who don’t. I am for the seeker and the down trodden, the tired and the anxious, the ones who don’t know how to put themselves on their to do list and the ones who have learned the hard way.

There have been many who have encouraged me over the years to raise my rates! Don’t sell yourself short! Don’t discount!

But I have been a single mama who needed an outstretched hand that said “I see you”. I have struggled to put food on the table with a body that was depleted from the effort. I have been down on my luck and down on myself and needed someone to just touch me. I have had to choose at times which bills to pay and thought how could I spend money on myself? I have lived with abundance yet been so busy I couldn’t see straight and thought there was no time for me.  I have had hard times where I didn’t know where to start, where I didn’t recognize myself in the mirror, where my outsides made me want to hide and certainly not be seen or held by another. I have been all of you and I see you and I am speaking to you, right where you are, right now.

Incorporating self care, in the form of a massage, even just once a month, changes your story. So many people believe massage is a luxury for the haves, rather than the have nots or the I don’t have time for’s. So many people live with discomfort, push themselves to the limits, and wish they could find a solution to the gnawing feeling of “there has to be more”.

When you acknowledge yourself, your body soul mind, with a regular check in, through devoted bodywork, things begin to shift. You begin to find your voice, the one you stifle while you check off the tasks of daily living. The voice that echoes when you see someone radiating with vibrant health; the voice that says “I wish I had _____ or ______ so I could do/be ________, ________, or ______.

Massage from the viewpoint of self care leads to self love. Self love leads to peace within. Peace from within lends itself to outward peace. And peace is what our worlds needs now more than ever. You, loving yourself, spreads like wild fire. It’s contagious. You have the power within yourself to balance the scales of injustice and oppression by committing yourself to love– for yourself, and on a planetary level.

Small acts are the first steps to giant leaps. We all have a purpose. My intention with mine is to serve those of you who have something sacred to offer the spinning world; to listen to your body, translate that message for you so you can move into action. Whether that is  caring for your family, serving humanity or slaying dragons. I am here for you.

I am now hiring 😬 clients who want to slow down, even if only for an hour, to heed the call of their inner fire. To challenge themselves to see what a difference one hour can make in their lives. To believe they belong on their to do list. In exchange for one hour a month, and $50, I will provide you with deep listening, masterful bodywork, and tools to use while we are apart, to help you thrive. Join the revolution of self love I am proposing. Let’s make Benzie County the healthiest county in Michigan! Help me heal the world, one body at a time!

With fierce and profound devotion;

Christina

The Invitation…

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, ‘Yes.’
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

–Oriah Mountain Dreamer

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