Friday, March 31, 2017
Thursday, March 30, 2017
Wednesday, March 15, 2017
Monday, March 13, 2017
First meditate, be blissful, then much love will happen of its own accord. Then being with others is beautiful and being alone is also beautiful. Then it is simple, too. You don’t depend on others and you don’t make others dependent on you. Then it is always a friendship, a friendliness. It never becomes a relationship, it is always a relatedness. You relate, but you don’t create a marriage. Marriage is out of fear, relatedness is out of love. You relate; as long as things are moving beautifully, you share. And if you see that the moment has come to depart because your paths separate at this crossroad, you say good-bye with great gratitude for all that the other has been to you, for all the joys and all the pleasures and all the beautiful moments that you have shared with the other. With no misery, with no pain, you simply separate.
Sunday, March 12, 2017
Yesterday was the last session of the Thai Massage Course. We had model sessions, asked for donations, and afterwards all went out to celebrate together with the donated money. It was cool to see so many confident therapists, massaging as meditation. The feeling of last night was overflowing, and the feedback was so full of love and appreciation.
To everyone who went through the course, it has been an amazing adventure :) Thank you for your hard work. I hope you continue to practice diligently and remember that as a Massage School member, you are welcome to practice at the studio anytime with fellow members, and your questions are welcome anytime. I look forward to sharing more Thai Massage and other massage programs offered by the Massage School in the future.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two reads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
-Robert Frost (The Road Not Taken)