Life is a Verb

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Sometimes we get stuck in a rut, unable to move forward. It’s as if there is a hidden room within our mind that we nestle up into, never fully realizing how much we could really use a little tug that shakes us loose and enables us to move forward in life with a new-found confidence and stability.

This was a perfect opportunity for me, the observer, to step forward into the picture and shift awareness into a new plane of reality.

There we were, my 12 year old son and I, walking into our quaint little neighborhood barber shop for his monthly trim. Oh, my gosh. It’s as if we had just walked into a scene from of one of those movies where the characters had just witnessed a devastating loss and the entire stage reflected an aura of thick gray stagnant energy lingering everywhere. Everyone had a certain glum about them that vibrated so low I couldn’t help but speak up and go where no massage therapist has gone before.

"What’s going on here?" I curiously asked.

Mumble mumble basically, was the response I got from the owner who sat quietly slumped over in a chair. That really doesn’t tell me a lot, I thought to myself. Nevertheless, I felt as if there was a certain destiny about being here today, so I ever so bravely moved forward with another daring question. Nothing could be that bad.

I kind of chuckled, "Do you mind if I help you out? It will only take a few moments."

This scene took me out of the usual one where I would normally sit over in the waiting area reading a magazine or newspaper while my son was getting his haircut. Afterwords, I would drop one of my business cards into the large glass bowl on the side table next to the window, only to never see it again. It always seemed to get buried over time underneath the masses of business cards all the other patrons tossed inside. Today would be a different dialogue. I actually would be called upon to participate!

I stood behind the owner, Mario, as he sat in his chair. I slowly began to massage his shoulders and neck area. I could intuitively feel the accumulated stress associated from his confused, stressful thought patterns. After several minutes, I then scooped out the massaged energy that had wafered off into his energy field. Slowly, a new resurrected Mario began to submerge from the bondage of a hidden room he had been locked up in within his own mind. He sighed, moaned and – more than that – he radiated with such a healthy glow that just a few minutes before was virtually non-existent.

Sometimes you just have to do what you have to do, you know what I mean? This was one of those times when the universe says, "Here it is, what are you going to do about it?"

So, there you have it: another bold moment in the life of a massage therapist in her daily routine of creating and shifting awareness in life, wherever and whomever that may be.

Several weeks later, my son and I returned to our same neighborhood barber shop, only to walk in and gasp at the newly remodeled stage. The characters were humming to the music on the radio as the smell of freshly seeded plants filled the air with a scent of being vibrantly alive. Wow, I thought to myself, now this is a well-balanced, centered place!

It’s as if we encounter people, places and events throughout our day, not as being separate, unapproachable reflections of consciousness, but as being a piece of our own puzzle, a connection to our own soul that cries out to us, "Here I am. What are you going to do about it?"

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Patricia Huff
Patricia Huff is a Certified Massage Therapist and Energy Healer in Alhambra, Calif. She began her path in holistic healing in 2001 when her younger sister was diagnosed with breast cancer. She has written many articles published online and in several magazines and has appeared on live television to demonstrate the benefits of Energy Healing. Contact her at 626.289.0320.

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