Showing posts with label reverence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reverence. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Men: Learn How to Touch

They say a woman will know a lot about a potential partner from the first kiss. Maybe it’s true, maybe not, I won’t argue over a few moments to predict the future. In a similar way, I would posture the idea that a woman will absolutely know what intimate relationships and sex might be like from how you touch her.
 
How you ever been in a group where you’re given the instruction to do a massage circle? You know – stand in a circle, turn to the right, put your hands on the shoulders of the person in front of you, and begin massaging. At the onset there is great anticipation and potential delight for being touched and massaged.
 
And then the person behind you begins. You feel their fingers digging it to odd places. You think – what the hell are they doing? Or maybe they barely make it through your clothing and you are bored with the massage circle, waiting for when the instruction is given to turn the other way and hope the other person knows what they are doing.
 
Then one day in one of those circles, it’s just right. The right pressure, the right spot, the right movement and you’ve let go, almost forgetting that you’re supposed to be massing the person in front of you.
 
It’s like Goldilocks and the porridge – not too hot, not too cold, but JUST right!
 
Touch is absolutely that way, and learning how to touch in that way will change your world of touch, for you and your partner.
 
To backtrack for a bit, this article was inspired by this story:
 
Karla – not her real name to protect the innocent (though she’s not that innocent :) - and I had a developing friendship. Our energies matched well so the potential for a deeper, more intimate relationship was there. Yet timing and spirit and guides were speaking this wasn’t the time. We both needed a vacation so we took a trip together. With each of us being comfortable with the other, we slept together and cuddled enjoying touch and presence and energy. I am very fond of touch – giving and receiving – so one morning I began gently massaging Karla. There was no intention towards anything more. Yet, the touch was received deliciously and naturally grew to some amazing love making.
 
I was convinced that because of the quality of my touch, Karla became open to more. Indeed after sharing with Karla, she said that was definitely true. Looking back at past relationships, I’m would believe that’s true with many women, the qualities of my touch and how I touch made a big difference in our interactions.
 
These ideas here come with my background as being trained as a massage therapist. In that training I received hundreds of hours of instruction; I’ve also received hundreds of hours of bodywork. It’s from this I draw knowledge for putting this into practice anytime I touch someone, whether it’s for bodywork, or a massage circle, or intimate touch with a partner.
 
Just right – what does that mean? First, just right is about what’s right for the person receiving, NOT what you like. If you’re a big muscled man, getting into those muscles most likely means elbows and lots of pressure. Imagine doing that with a small woman, like a gymnast. She’s going to jump up and be gone.
 
This is the key – just right. You can do it, so let me explain how to get there.
 
First, get out of your head. To say it another way – stop thinking. Your brain isn’t going to know what the other person likes or wants at all. You could ask, but asking every step of the way would be annoying for both of you. Asking can be a start, but mostly you have to listen and feel. When you listen and feel (and stop using your brain), you become present to the moment, to the person. It’s somewhat like meditating, or being ‘in the zone’ in sports, or being entirely engrossed in a hobby or a job. You are just there in it, with it. Start there.
 
Now place your hands on someone – maybe a partner, maybe a friend to practice with. Just feel their body, feel the skin, feel the muscles under the skin, feel the bones and jones. Explore slowly is another way to think about this. One way to start is to ask in your mind to this body, ‘what would you like to feel here?’ You might get an answer – just a caress, or a strong thumb. Your hands and body might just starting moving in response.
 
Other way is to gently press, softly first. See how the body receiving likes it. Does it want more? Does it want less? Does it want you to move to another spot? Maybe that spot doesn’t like being touched. Follow with what you’re being told.
 
Try many different spots on the body. Try the arms, try the legs. Almost everyone likes hands and feet. Try the head and face, many people like ears.
 
The qualities that you are discovering are pressure or depth (how hard to press), speed (how fast/slow to move), and how much (use a finger, or a hand, or a whole arm).
 
Another form of ‘just right’ is what you like to give (not receive). If you like gently long caressed down the back, do it. Do it with intention and joy. It may not be something your partner likes the best, but they will like that you like it, and they will like that you are expressing yourself.
 
As you play with this notice how as you move from one part to another, each part way have its own desired touch. For example, if you’re touching a leg and there’s a big bruise there. If you’re pressing firmly into the quad muscles above it, you probably don’t want to press that firmly into the bruise. The person you’re massaging is going to jump and scream – and possibly return their own tough touch!
 
The idea that each part of the body wants and needs a different kind of touch is important. It’s part of the ‘just right’ idea. Just right for the legs is different from just right for the arms.
 
The whole process of touch is about ‘just right’ and being aware of what ‘just right’ is for this moment and this part of the body. And know as well that what’s ‘just right’ for right now at this spot may be different in ten minutes.
 
I would also highly recommend an introductory massage class. There are hundreds of massage schools around the country. Many will have introductory classes. These classes are for people who want to learn how to massage, and you will probably find many people who are considering massage for a career and want to learn more. These are a valuable starting point as well.
 
Or receive a massage. Visit several different people. Notice what they do, what techniques they use, how they use them, when they use them, how do they move. Experienced massage therapists and bodyworks will have a lot of tools, not all of which you should try to begin with.
 
When you are aware of that level, the people you are with, and since this is about men and relationships – your partner – will be much more comfortable with you and your attention to them. Enjoy your new skills and openness to touch!
 

Thursday, September 18, 2014

The Beach

We sat on the beach
She and I
My arms extended back to brace me
She relaxed back
Revealing another talent as a serve as a
Beach chair
Each sense mesmerized with the landscape
We watch the waves of the other great pond
Kiss the sand and rocks
Some are smashing lipsmackers
Others are rolling beauty
Each has a sound all its own
Within the cacophony of many waves
The air is crisp and cool
A soft evening breeze cools us
After a hot day
All that’s left of the sun
Are a crown of rays peeking behind
The skyline of mountains and clouds
Pink and orange hues span east to west
And recede towards the west
Leaving only blacks, whites, and grey
Soon our suns sisters and brothers will have their turn to shine
As much as the physical senses are full on
In pleasure and noticing
They are only a part of the grandeur of the setting
Moved by the inspired feminine relaxed back
Feeling the rich masculine of support
In awe of the watery fathomless blueness
Laid open before us
Oddly enough holding its own earthiness
And grounding in its natural fluidity
Grateful for the moment and opportunity
In pure wonderment of life
Feeling fully present and aware
Knowing this will be a memory in a moment
The energy of this will live
Even a remembrance won’t find the details
The memory does not matter
We relish this sweetness and let it go
Into the breeze
It may find us again
Or it may not
Should it reveal itself again
It won’t be through adoration for nostalgia
We will know the way it lives us still

Hair

Hair
 
As she gently folds her head to the right
she pulled her Long hair from beyond her
letting it Drape over the left side of her body
 
within her hand her Crystal brush
gently closing her eyes
she begins her Ritual of brushing her hair
 
she allowed me to watch
i sat Silent,  transfixed
like watching Art in Motion
 still life in each moment
 
her Wildly red hair set off
against an ocean blue Silk
and the white and crystal brush
 
with Clear intention and patience
she firmly and Delicately guides
her brush through shiny Hair
 
first the Ends, releasing the tangles
from a day of Breeze
and a night of turning
 
sturdier knots require hands
with the Delicacy of a knitter
each strand finds its Perfect order
 
occasionally i hear
a soft Sigh of pleasure
Liberated through her lips
pure Punctuation on the bliss
 
Floating her hair to her back
her neck rotates Easily to the other side
to sort out the other side
 
with the same beauty and grace
the brush is guided
letting each hair have its Freedom
 
i marvel at the ease
a rich pattern Anew each time
a Meditation done a thousand times
a Mudra all its own
 
 
now the hair is all pushed back
with eyes still closed
the Quiet face rests back at center
 
opening her neck
her soft fingers ruffle the top hair
gliding all from front to back
 
it all drapes back now
One continuous flow
like a Waterfall
 
long brushstrokes start at the Crown
travel over the head
descending to the Very ends
 
her Ceremony for today
reaches its Finale
with a last Luxurious reach
 
the hair wand laid to rest for now
eyes open offering their Softness once again
Hair Dances in its own light

Thursday, August 28, 2014

The Facebook Challenge - Books

The Facebook Challenge – you’ve seen them. You get named as someone to say three things that you are grateful for, or name major influences in your life. I ‘received’ my first one the other day. An unusual one I hadn’t seen before. Name 10 books that have stayed with me throughout the years.

That certainly provoked some thought in me. What books have stayed with me? I stretched my memory back to high school and couldn’t remember what I’d read. How could I find 10 books that have stayed with me that long if I can’t even remember what I read?

So maybe I don’t have to go back that far. What did I read in my 20s that have stayed with me? As I scanned my bookshelves, there is very little that goes back that far. I have a number of cook books, books on training for athletics, and a few others.
I even remember about 10 years ago doing a major purge of my books. Ones that I had read, but no longer held an interest for me. Most of the books on my bookshelf are ones from the last decade.
The only way for me to come close was to morph the question. What are the ten most influential books on my bookshelf now (including my iPad bookshelf :)?

As I started the process, I wrote down a few books. Then I came to authors and speakers. Authors whose compendium of work is brilliant. Speakers who rarely write. So it’s a mixed bag.
After browsing through my bookshelf, I had over twenty. I tried narrowing it down, but only a few exited the list. Looking over the list what I discovered is that every one of these books changed my world. Through reading them I had new insights. Through reading them I discovered a whole new world. Through reading them my ideas of the world shifted in a big way.

The result is the list of the books that have changed my world, mostly in the past decade. So here’s my list:

  • Blackfoot Physics
  • If the Buddha Dated
  • David Whyte (author)
  • Running the Spiritual Path
  • Adyashanti (author)
  • Yoga Beyond Belief
  • Douglas Brooks (speaker)
  • Ender’s Saga
  • Let My People Go Surfing
  • Alan Watts (author, speaker)
  • The Tao of Pooh/The Te of Piglet
  • Forgive for Good
  • Effortless Mastery
  • Healers on Healing
  • Life in Motion or CranioSacral Biodynamics
  • Jonathan Livingston Seagull
  • The Hidden Messages in Water
  • Quantum Healing, Molecules of Emotion, Energy Medicine, The Body Remembers
  • Explorers of the Infinite
  • Robert Fulghum (author)
  • Bhagavad Gita
 

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Speaking the Unspeakable

So often words are meaningless
when it comes to truth,
or love
 
They can offer a glimpse
Into the heart
And then fall woefully short
 
The grief of losing
A loved one
 
Awe and wonder
At life
 
So few can do it well
Still their words
The words
Of poets
and sages
angels of all kinds
 
They are infused
with the spirit
of the universe
 
To read them
to see them
 
Really
is to feel them
with all the senses
 
So that you too
become what has
always
been

Sunday, May 11, 2014

A Closet Romantic

On one of the online dating websites there’s a question – something about what’s something no one knows about you, or maybe it’s what something you’re not willing to admit.

I suppose for me, there’s not many. Hang around me and you’ll see all those things. Maybe the question should be, what would most people be surprised to know about you.

The hidden gem there is probably I’m a closet romantic. My favorite movies are those romances that highlight love in all its forms and ways. Meet Joe Black, Love Actually, Sweet Home Alabama, … Even more are the sports movies, the comeback stories, the inspirational moments. The Legend of Bagger Vance, Breaking Away, The Natural, Bull Durham, Field of Dreams, …

Some of this certainly is romance born of the Victorian era, with courting and all the goodness that flows. For me it’s something else though.

My romanticism has flavors of love most certainly. Two people who love each other where everyone feels it as well. Where there’s sweetness and connection and a smile that lives around them. I believe in it. I suppose there’s some idealism floating amongst my visions – and still I’m completely a realist that knows that a human love is like a roller coaster that chugs uphill sometimes pulled along by life itself. Other times it looking out from the tops, or twirling and twisting in loops and circles. It’s all there. And I believe in a love that’s just love, born of another place, something words are useless to illustrate.

It’s also about our ordinariness, and the ability for each of us to be our own hero, our own guide. Sports isn’t about the game or who wins or loses – but that you play, that you play all out with everything you have – heart, soul, ability (or not!), passion. It’s how you play. I love the ending of Seven Days in Utopia where the main character of the story is on the 18th hole of the final round of a major golf tournament. If he makes the putt he wins the tournament. And so he putts and the camera follows the ball … you never see if the ball goes in the cup or not. It doesn’t matter – it’s how he played the game, how he lived life.

And one of my favorite quotes from Bull Durham with Kevin Costner as Crash Davis:

“Well, I believe in the soul, the cock, the pussy, the small of a woman's back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.”

Yes, I believe. I believe in the soul, I believe in love. I believe in giving it everything I have, in every moment. I believe in the absolute wonder and awe and beauty that’s life. I believe … there’s more no doubt, just ask!

Surprised?

Monday, September 24, 2012

An Unshakeable Peace

I’ve wanted to write about this idea for a while, but never had a good title or way to describe it. I want to thank Kirsten Warner for another wonderful yoga class this evening and for the final bit of inspiration to write this, and for the title.

Kirsten began the class talking about a recent retreat she was one where for most of the retreat she felt completely inspired and in one peak experience or another for most of the retreat. She was curious about how to hold that peak experience once she returned home. The teacher spoke of staying open and being present as keys to remaining in and experiencing each moment as a peak experience.

At the end of class, Kirsten offered a blessing – may we all have an unshakeable peace to live from. I don’t know if I have the blessing in full, but the words an unshakeable peace struck a chord with me. That is what I feel and what I’ve wanted to write about. I also just love the way it sounds as I say it and what goes through my body as I let it resonate.

An unshakeable peace is a knowing, in a bodily sense, of a deeper stillness or peace or resonance that is undisturbed by life, by emotions, or anything that happens during the day. There may be other words as well – silence, harmony, awareness, grace, beingness, vastness, aliveness, serenity. Some might call it God, or Source, or our Buddha nature. It doesn’t really matter what you call it, it is always there.

The first step is to start to be able to feel that peace.  Yoga is one of that perfect opportunities to begin to experience this if we can stay present in the asanas (poses) or prana (breath) or any of the eight limbs of yoga. Meditation is another frequent means of discovering that deeper stillness. There are many other ways as well – sports is one, perhaps it’s cooking and preparing a meal, or doing pottery.

Once you’ve started to notice and experience that peace, then it’s a continued practice to stay with it for 5 minutes, then 10 minutes, then an entire yoga class. Then it’s time to take it everywhere – when you’re grocery shopping, or driving, or eating. Even more challenging it to feel it when you’re angry or upset or feeling grief. In real, practical terms this actually means a multi-attention – paying attention to the stillness while you do a yoga pose or feeling the ground of stillness while you have an argument with a loved one.

I don’t know when I first started to actually feel that deeper peace – it’s been several years at least, but I had no words or concepts to put with it. Just something I felt. As I read more and listened to more people I came to understand exactly what Kirsten was talking about. There’s a saying – the mind, or at least the left-brain/logical brain, is always the last to know. My body knew way before my mind understood anything. Now for me it’s fairly constant. Sometime it’s stronger than others, I’ve had goosebumps for days on end from feeling this unshakeable peace and other times it’s only a few moments. I don’t always have the awareness of staying with it, but I know it’s there and I know how to feel it at any time.

The truth is that peace is always unshakeable, it’s always there. The practice is truly how to feel that unshakeable peace while living a human life.

May you all find and know your unshakeable peace.

Thursday, August 9, 2012

My Slow Neighbors


About six weeks ago I moved into a new neighborhood. It’s a little removed from the city, very quiet, and has great views of the mountains. On the small gravel side road I live on now there are perhaps 10 houses total.

The house has a wonderful front porch facing north and west with amazing views of the mountains which are just a few miles away. I’ve been eating out there, reading, sitting, writing – enjoying being outside. With so many neighbors, when a car rolls by, it’s pretty obvious. I’ve noticed one of my neighbors in particular. They drive an older, red, Chevy or Pontiac sedan. The car itself stands out a bit, but what’s more evident is the speed. They seem to crawl down the road, you can almost hear each rock as the tires roll over the gravel roadway. I’ve seen this car perhaps a dozen times and have always been surprised. Most people are in such a rush, it’s unusual to see someone driving so slowly.

I’ve always tried to keep a reasonable speed in neighborhoods in side streets, after all I want to respect the people that live there, and hope that if they ever drive down my street they might show the same respect. So it is here in my own neighborhood, I’ve kept my speed on the gravel road pretty slow. Lately though, I’ve noticed my speed getting slower, almost mimicking my neighbors. For the few times it was unconscious and I didn’t realize I was doing it, yet something stuck with me.

I’m now a regular creeper on my road. It’s become a ritual of sorts. Leaving home, it’s a transition from the quiet, settled space of home to the rest of the world. Coming home, I turn off the main road and immediately slow down and begin the passage back from the fullness of life to the peace of being home. My street isn’t long, perhaps a couple hundred meters from the main road to my driveway and yet those twenty or thirty seconds have an unusual meaning and depth to them. A slowing down, noticing my neighborhood, feeling my soul settle, and then reaching home.

So this evening as I write from my porch in the evening air, I want to thank my neighbors in the red car.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Laughing at it all

"Since everything is like an 'apparition,'
Perfect in just being 'What It Is' -- as it is.
Having nothing to do with 'good' or 'bad,'
'acceptance' or 'rejection' --
You might as well just burst out laughing!"

-- Tibetan master Longchenpa, fourteenth century Tibet