I go to massage therapy on a regular basis. I started going during the time I worked at the Rape Crisis Network to help me deal with the stressful situations I encountered on a daily basis there. Once I left the agency, I continued to go, having experienced the healing power of touch.
Today, with my many tennis ailments, I try to still go at least twice a month. Now I go for the massage and for the laughter. Karen, my massage therapist, laughs from the tip of her red painted toe nails to the top of her smiling face.
If you've never had a massage, you should. It's the best gift I've ever given myself. Truth be known, I'd rather have a massage than eat.
I treated my 8 year old niece to a massage with Karen this summer while she was here visiting for two weeks. She told Karen that when she grows up she is going to buy her a house next to hers so that she can be her private massage therapist. Even a child knows a good thing when she sees it and I love that she dreams really BIG!
(Click to enlarge). Massage therapist Karen laughs out loud!
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