Let’s start with the shallow: I went to Ulta today to buy some “Almost Lipstick” by Clinique because Jackie Schimmel touts it and she could sell me anything except $300 overalls and a shoe subscription service (The Bitch Bible Podcast). The saleswoman was grilling me a little about my skin care routine, which was not uninvited, I was really happy someone had linked up with me when I walked in. When we got to under eye moisturizer, I told her, I do have one… She continued a bit and motioned to see my eyes, so I confidently took my sunglasses off. I have been going to bed early and generally taking good care of myself. I could tell she was impressed. “Yep! Sleep really helps with preventing bags under my eyes”. I told her.
After my Intro to Lit class, (fascinating/ forever altering the way I watch and hear children’s stories / fairytales), I visited a dear friend of mine from HIGHSCHOOL who is staying nearby for cancer treatment from a reputable N.D.
A very common approach to massage is to rely on force for change. Thus “deep tissue”, the intention that something according to the client/ therapist think needs to be pushed out. It’s an approach with a lot of opinions. Subtle body work has less of an opinion and relies instead on listening and being present with compassion. And the body LOVES being listened to. It’s easier to be a compassionate therapist and not “take on energy” when you are like a screen—allowing movement in and out, grounded in listening and observing the body, rather than using force for an expected effect.
Also when the body relaxes deeply, it can heal itself. But a LOT of people THINK they want force or DO want a lot of force in their bodywork. It has a place, but I tell you it can’t go as deep as the subtle work. Slower is deeper, faster is slower.
I will continue to work with Beth as she regains her strength. We were taught to do a compliment sandwich in school but it was challenging for me. Her cranial pulse was one of the weakest I’ve ever felt. But I am encouraged by her feedback after—she said it was the first time she has felt comfortable in her body in a long, long time.
After I called the Chabad and registered for Hebrew classes and had a deep conversation with the front desk: I was not raised with many Jewish rituals or traditions, but my mom’s side of the family is all Jewish. We talked about what it means to come home in different senses and to always continue to learn and be unabashed in the pursuit to learn, even when others know so much more.
I mentioned visiting a large reform temple in Sarasota for Shabbat. I was greeted at the door with, “Are you a member”?
I was invited by a friend who was, a thick packet was handed to me and I was asked to sign in with my contact info. This reminded me of when I had first moved to Sarasota and was inquiring with a Jewish affiliated preschool about their program,—the woman I spoke to on the phone told me the cost of tuition for members, then how much it cost to become a member at the synagogue.
In these situations I did not feel welcome to participate in the Jewish community. I felt like it cost money to be Jewish.
Perhaps the Mega Synagogues that sustain on heavy membership fees would do well to greet people with something like “Hi, have you been here before?” or my personal favorite is the Korean greeting, “Have you eaten?”, perhaps that is a stretch.
I have tattoos, have been called a Jewish shiksa and once thought a kiddush was a siddur book. And I feel welcome at the Chabad. I am very grateful for how welcoming the Chabad’s have been, and I appreciate the ritual, tradition, values and community they offer—membership is rarely, if ever mentioned
The more I study fairytales the more messed up I think Disney is. I have decided I will take my daughter to Disney for the first time when she is old enough to read the uncensored versions of the classic fairytales. You know: cannibalism, domestic persecution, fathers wanting to marry/ shag their daughters etc… Things that really happen, when the choices are so grim the characters become radically self reliant. Capitalism sure is the happiest place on earth though, isn’t it?