Daily Prompt: Far From Normal

Many of us think of our lives as boringly normal, while others live the high life. Take a step back, and take a look at your life as an outsider might. Now, tell us at least six unique, exciting, or just plain odd things about yourself.

1.  I’m a survivor.

Not something I’m ready to delve into at the moment.

2.  I spin wool.

Five years ago, I met a woman who invited me to a Knit in Public day at a local park.  Before that day, I had never seen a spinning wheel in my life – at least not one that actually worked the way they were supposed to work.  Not the ones from Disney’s Sleeping Beauty or even the one that Mrs. Ingalls spins on in an episode of Little House on the Prairie because none of those used spinning wheels the way they were supposed to be used.

At this ‘Knit in Public’ Day, I got to see real spinning wheels that worked, used by regular people like you and me.  And from that day on, I found mentors who guided me through the world of fiber and made me appreciate the process of what it used to take to get something from the sheep all the way to something that you’d ultimately wear.  My love for spinning and weaving was what drew me into the 2004 BBC miniseries “North & South” which features a protagonist who owns a cotton mill in Industrial era England and for days I wondered how I never even discovered that gem of a masterpiece.

It’s something that’s so lost to many of us these days but spinning wool is a way that reconnects me to the earth, to simplicity, and most of all, it gives me the zen I am so in need of when everything around me just goes to hell in a hand basket.

handbasket

3.  I write.

I’m not so comfortable writing for blogs, even though you’re reading mine right now (and for that, may I say Thank you).  That’s why I do the writing prompts because if left to my own devices, I would not be writing at all. Unless it had to do with spinning maybe, but even that is questionable.  I can only inundate these pages with photographs of all the handspun  yarns I can ever spin without finding the time to make something out of them.  And when I do make something out of them, the conundrum of what to do with them as I apparently can’t wear just any kind of wool becomes a problem – hence some people have received unsolicited hats and shawls and scarves from me because as much as I do love you – yes, I do – I also need to do some spring cleaning (this should be under #2 but oh, well).

4.  I’m a romantic at heart.

I really am though I am loathe to admit it.  And even when I have admitted it to loved ones in the past (and present), it hasn’t exactly gotten me the roses or the wine or the romantic interludes that come with the statement.

Sometimes I feel that this is because people I am with ultimately are a mirror of yourself and your fears, and if #1 is still strong within me (the quote, “the force is strong in this one” comes to mind), no romantic evening can ever break through that wall.

But then I also have the sneaking suspicion that I just haven’t met the right person yet.  Oh wait, isn’t that person me?

5.  Though I’m a massage therapist and even teach the craft, I hate receiving massages

Again, I think this fact has to do with #1.  Though I enrolled in massage school fifteen years ago to tackle my skewered view of touch, it hasn’t exactly made me love receiving massages.  I actually have to be in so much pain to get myself to schedule an appointment.  And even then, when faced with the option of getting a massage versus going to a chiropractor for an adjustment, guess which one I’m going for.

However, let me just say that traditional Thai massages* are a completely different thing altogether.  This combination of acupressure, yoga and reflexology isn’t really considered massage in my professional world, but “bodywork”.  Still, if in my professional mind, traditional Thai massage fell under the category of massage, then I’d be the first to line up to get one of these.

*Not to be mistaken for those ‘Thai massages’ people get that involve an air mattress and tons of oil and happy endings.  Don’t.  Even.  Go.  There.

6.  I always root for the underdog.

If there’s an underdog, that’s where you’ll find me.  Well, most of the time.

Traditional Thai Massage - just the way I like it!
Traditional Thai Massage – just the way I like it!

6 thoughts on “Daily Prompt: Far From Normal

  1. I’ve had exactly one massage, and it disturbed me so much I’d never do it again, even though I recognize that it was beneficial …

    1. I’m so sorry about that one and only massage that you got 😦 But I totally hear you.

      Massages are beneficial, but it also depends on the giver. I totally get it when people tell me they prefer my touch more than anyone else either because I relieve them of their pain, or am nurturing, or maybe am funny and let them talk and talk and talk my ear off.

      I did get massages once a month for 13 years from my friend Pam who I went to massage school with and who was my writing cheerleader (and my muse) till the very end, when ovarian cancer took her away from me. I think in my case, it’s finding that right person like Pam with whom I can be totally at ease with.

      If disrobing is an issue for certain people regarding receiving massage (as in the case of my mother who has yet to receive one from me because of touch issues), I suggest they try therapies that don’t require disrobing, like shiatsu or acupressure, or Thai massage. And definitely interview the therapist first before committing. I actually have had people do that with me – talk to me first before making that decision of letting me touch their bodies 🙂

      1. It wasn’t disrobing — but the whole thing left me feeling unreasonably vulnerable for ten days … anyway, I’ve been thinking about trying it again lately for various reasons, but the goal can’t be to make someone feel like her entire carapace has been ripped off. I couldn’t tell you exactly why I felt that way.

  2. Thanks for this blog! I enjoy massages. Ok, I do feel like my limbs have been disjointed and knit back together again afterwards, but that comes with feeling a lightness of being. I’ve only ever knitted in public three times – in a Starbucks while waiting for people I had a meeting with, at the dentist’s office while waiting for my turn, and while waiting for my mother at HER doctor’s office. People were amazed I was actually making baby socks by hand. I probably spend too much time thinking of fountain pens the way I used to think about knitting and wool. I used to make handbound books. I really should get back to that. I’m also trying to write more snail mail and blog more this year.

    1. I think if I just turn off my ‘teacher’ brain when receiving massages, I’d probably enjoy it more. I’m too busy critiquing what they’re doing, or if they’re doing such a great job, try to think how they’re doing it so I can incorporate the same thing in my practice.

      I hear you about the knitting. People can’t believe why I spin and knit when I can go to a store here and buy it all finished, and way cheaper in the long run. I mean, if I added it all up, a pair of handknit socks cost me upwards of $40 depending on the yarn or the wool if I ended up having to spin it first, not to mention the time spent knitting the damn thing. But I think that’s the beauty of something handmade. WE know it’s handmade.

      I love handmade books though I don’t have the patience to make one. I’d love to see what you make! I wish I could find the time to write with a nice fountain pen again, but I’m afraid it will just turn into another obsession. And knowing me, I ended up with five spinning wheels all at the same time once. And I’m not going back there again 🙂 Although with fountain pens, they do take a lot less space than big-ass spinning wheels…

  3. I love your openness about using writing prompts to keep content flowing! Content ideas aren’t always easy to come by. Sometimes I write something awesome, like my most recent post about Richard Armitage and other times I can tell I’m writing simply stay in the habit.

    Trauma does create a wall within us. I think we have to partially deconstruct it in order for romantic love to finish making it crumble. Although I’m not sure the rubble really ever goes away.

    I love watching people spin. I am addicted to knitting, and I knit in public often. Beautiful yarn is so comforting and lovely to the soul.

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