New Year’s Day 2013.
My back yard.
So many of my massage clients this past week have talked to me about feeling scattered, exhausted, depleted, a little depressed after the holidays. ( I can totally relate.) I love that I can help them via therapeutic massage. The focus of these sessions is to help the client re-center, find their footing, re-align with their sense of peace and calm and clarity. I always incorporate a good deal of energy work to help soothe the mind in particular. When possible we meditate before or after the session. When we’re centered and calm we’re in a better state of health. Striving towards that is part of taking good care of ourselves.
I’d love to help you on your path to better health. Please contact me for an appointment and more information.
Mandy Meyer-Hill, BA, LMT
Stairway Healing Arts Center
1 Washington Street
Cambridge, NY 12816
An almost empty Christmas Cookie Platter.
My sister and brother-in-law delivered their Christmas Cookies yesterday. Molasses Crinkles are my favorite. Peanut Butter Kisses run a close second. And the green almond Christmas trees, of course. They’re reminiscent of our childhood because they’re what Mom always made. Each year my sister bakes over 100 dozen cookies. That’s right, you read that correctly. Over 100 dozen cookies. Closer to 130 dozen actually. She and her husband spend a day or two preparing and baking, then divide them out amongst many platters and deliver them to friends, family, neighbors. It’s ritual. We all love it. And frankly, we’ve come to expect it. “Make extra Molasses Crinkles this year!” I’ll demand.
So last night as we sat visiting, munching their creations, I reminded them of the year those sweet creations brought me back to life. Before I begin, please know I’m not condoning emotional eating, or over-indulging in refined sugars. Though I’m a strong believer in EVERYTHING and anything in moderation. But I was reminding them of the year my former husband and I separated. I hadn’t had an appetite since he moved out before Thanksgiving. I hadn’t eaten or slept really, and my pants hung from my hips. I was pale and empty and broken-hearted and broken. I didn’t socialize because speaking to people was too much of a challenge. Besides, their good wishes just made me feel worse; sadder, angrier, more alone and more of a failure. So I was keeping to myself, licking my wounds, growling at anyone who dared come close. But Ruth had asked me to join her for tea and for the first time in many weeks I felt like I might be able to do it. It was a week or two before Christmas. I sat at her table behind my mug of tea, and looked at the platter of cookies. I bit into one because I had nothing to say. Then I reached for another. I imagine tears flowed with each cookie, but I’m not even sure. I just know that when that platter was emptied she just refilled it without a word. Then she refilled it again. Something inside me started warming that day. Some of the broken parts started stitching back together. I do remember even smiling as she brought out the fourth platter, laughing and saying “My God, no more!” Those cookies began a healing process for me. They bridged a gap that no words could span. It’s true. My heart began rebuilding with those sweets. I’ll never forget it. It was a long road. In many ways, I’m still traveling it. But those cookies helped get me on my feet again.
Sweetness helps the healing process. Health involves sweetness, in all its varied forms. Enjoy a little sweetness every day. It’s part of taking good care of yourself.
I can’t wait to get back into my studio today. I’m so looking forward to seeing my clients! It’s been lovely having some free time to share with family and friends, but I’m glad to have something I love to return to now that my friends have returned to England, my girls are back at school, and there’s turkey soup in the freezer.
I love what this holiday stands for, and what it does for people. I know there’s a lot of over-stuffing ourselves, I know that family gatherings might come with their own stresses, and I am not a fan of all the shopping and commercial rigamarole. Yet I love the essence of this holiday! A time to gather friends and family together. A time to think of and talk about what we’re grateful for. A time to share a wonderful meal together. This, to me, is a key component of health. Surrounding ourselves with people we love. Laughing. Talking. Catching-up. Going for walks together. Enjoying the day. This is renewing and rejuvenating. This is part of good health. This is a wonderful way to experience a holiday. But, perhaps more importantly, it is a good way to live each day. Maybe instead of a roasted turkey, the meal will be a bowl of soup. Maybe instead of extended family and friends from afar, it will just be you and a close friend or spouse or children. I’m looking back at what I loved most about this Thanksgiving and I want to bring a piece of that into my daily life. The gratitude, the laughter, the closeness, the joy. To me, joy equates with health. What did you love most about the holiday? What gave you joy? I’m going to ask you to bring a piece of that into your life today. For your good health. May you share some time with someone you love. May you connect with a friend. May you create some time in all the business to enjoy the day. May you go for that run, hike that trail, ski that slope. May you call that friend, sing that song, yell that phrase. Whatever it is, please find it, and experience it! That’s taking good care of yourself. That’s good health.
Have a wonderful day, and take really good care of yourself.