OSHO ABOUT MASSAGE
“Massage is something that you can start learning but you never finish. It goes on and on, and the experience becomes continuously deeper and deeper, and higher and higher. Massage is one of the most subtle arts – and it is not only a question of expertise. It is more a question of love…
Learn the technique – then forget it. Then just ‘feel’, and move by feeling. When you learn deeply, ninety percent of the work is done by love, ten percent by the technique. By just the very touch – a loving, conscious touch, something relaxes in the body. “If you love and feel compassion for the other person, and feel the ultimate value of him; if you don’t treat him as if he is a mechanism to be put right, but an energy of tremendous value; if you are grateful that he trusts you and allows you to play with his energy – then by and by you will feel as if you are playing on an organ. The whole body becomes the keys of the organ and you can feel that a harmony is created inside the body. Not only will the person be helped, but you also.
Conscious Touch is needed in the world today because ‘love’ has disappeared. Once, the very touch of lovers was enough. A mother touched the child, played with his body, and it was massage. The husband played with the body of his woman, and it was massage. It was enough, more than enough. It was deep relaxation and part of love. “But that has disappeared from the world. By and by, we have forgotten where to touch, how to touch, how deep to touch. In fact, ‘touch’ is one of the most forgotten languages. We have become almost awkward in touching, because the very word has been corrupted by so-called religious people. They have given it a sexual color. The word has become sexual and people have become afraid. Everybody is on guard not to be touched, unless he allows it.
Now, in the West, the other extreme has come. Touch and massage have become sexual. These days massage is just a cover, a blanket, for sexuality. In fact, essentially, neither touch nor massage are sexual. They are functions of love. When love falls from its height, it becomes sex, and it becomes ugly. So be prayerful. When you touch the body of a person, be prayerful… as if God himself is there, and you are just serving him. Flow with total energy. And, whenever you see the body flowing and the energy creating a new pattern of harmony – you will feel a delight that you have never felt before. You will fall into deep meditation.”While massaging, just massage. Don’t think of other things, because those things are distractions. ‘Be’ in your fingers and your hands as if your whole being, your whole soul, is there. Don’t let it be just a touch of the body. Your whole soul enters into the body of the other, penetrates it, relaxes the deepest complexes. “And make it a play. Don’t do it as a job. Make it a game, and take it as fun. Laugh, and let the other laugh, too.”
Seneca — I realized that your grief should not be intruded upon while it was fresh and agonizing, in case the consolations themselves should rouse and inflame it: for an illness too nothing is more harmful than premature treatment. So I was waiting until your grief of itself should lose its force and, being softened by time to endure remedies, it would allow itself to be touched and handled.
[Now] I shall offer to the mind all its sorrows, all its mourning garments: this will not be a gentle prescription for healing, but cautery and the knife.
In consonance with his strategy for inoculating oneself against misfortune, Seneca considers the benefits of such a raw confrontation of sorrow:
Let those people go on weeping and wailing whose self-indulgent minds have been weakened by long prosperity, let them collapse at the threat of the most trivial injuries; but let those who have spent all their years suffering disasters endure the worst afflictions with a brave and resolute staunchness.
Everlasting misfortune does have one blessing, that it ends up by toughening those whom it constantly afflicts.
Sinds het verschijnen van Mannen komen van Mars, vrouwen komen van Venus zijn er wereldwijd miljoenen exemplaren van verkocht. Het geheim van dit boek? Mannen en vrouwen denken, voelen, communiceren en hebben anders lief. Ze lijken wel van verschillende planeten te komen! John Gray legt het feilloos uit met deze metafoor. Als je begríjpt dat je soms niets van elkaar begrijpt, zijn veel problemen direct opgelost.
In zakelijk en privé coaching zag ik steeds meer de beperkingen van de praat-benadering, de denk-benadering. Ons denkvermogen is al overbelast.
We nemen jouw lichaam als ingang voor verandering, in vol vertrouwen op de universele wijsheid van je lichaam. Door jouw proces in het hier en nu te volgen worden deuren geopend die al pratend en denkend voor de meesten gesloten blijven.
Ik combineer ademhaling, lichaamswerk, massage, hypnose èn personal coaching in een unieke behandeling
Voor blijvend herstel van stress en bijbehorende gevolgschade
Voor healing en dieper inzicht in je persoonlijke ontwikkeling
Via relaties ervaren we de wereld
Privé of zakelijke relaties gaan soms minder soepel. Mensen die emotioneel dichtbij elkaar staan krijgen soms meer van elkaar te zien dan hen lief is. Dan komen er spanningen, meestal door onuitgesproken verwachtingen en onbewuste verlangens. Soms door relationele onkunde en soms door angst. Dan verminderd de communicatie en groeit de emotionele afstand. Verliezen we het doel van ons samenzijn met de ander. Of we ervaren stress elders in ons leven wat dan zijn weerslag heeft op onze sexualiteit en ons geestelijk en lichamelijk welzijn.
Hierdoor slaat je lichaam spanningen op. Als een grote batterij. Hoe is jouw relatie-batterij geladen? Positief of negatief?
Kost jouw relatie je energie of is de relatie voedend en stimulerend. Voel je je gesteund als mens in je zijn en in je groei?
BodyMind zorgt eerst dat een of beide partners met zichzelf in verbinding staan. Dat hun eigen BodyMind balans hersteld is. Pas dan kan de onderlinge relatie aandacht krijgen. Soms is dat voldoende. En soms gaan we verder door ook de onderlinge verbinding te versterken. Middels gesprekken en/of een BodyMind sessie. Al naar gelang wat zich aandient.
Soms heb je iets af te sluiten in een verbroken relatie of heb je een frisse start nodig na een break-up. Hiervoor is een BodyMind sessie ideaal. Om weer tot je kern te komen en vrij in de wereld te staan.
Rust in jezelf geeft rust in je relaties
In what remains the greatest definition of love, Tom Stoppard described the real thing as “knowledge of each other, not of the flesh but through the flesh, knowledge of self, the real him, the real her, in extremis, the mask slipped from the face.” And yet the grandest paradox of love — the source of its necessary frustration, the root of the inescapable lover’s sulk — is our insistence on crafting and putting on ever more elaborate masks under the mistaken belief that these idealized selves, presented to the object of our infatuation, would render us more desirable and worthier of love. We tuck our messy real selves behind polished veneers, orchestrate grand gestures, and perform various psychoemotional acrobatics driven by the illusion that love is something we must earn by what we do, rather than something that comes to us unbidden simply for who we are.
The deconditioning of that dangerous delusion is what French children’s book author Ingrid Chabbert and Spanish artist Guridi explore with imaginative subtlety in The Day I Became a Bird (public library).
The protagonist of this minimalist, maximally expressive story is a tenderhearted little boy who falls in love for the first time the day he starts school.
The day he starts school, a young boy falls in love for the very first time. Sylvia sits in front of him at school, and he’s so in love with her, she’s all he can see. But sadly, Sylvia doesn’t see him. In fact, it seems the only thing Sylvia has eyes for is birds. ?There are birds on her pants and dresses. She wears bird barrettes in her hair. She draws birds on her notebooks and folders. And when she speaks, her voice sounds like birdsong.? So in a bold attempt to get Sylvia’s attention, the boy decides to go to school dressed up as a bird. He endures the stares and giggles of his classmates, and a great deal of discomfort, but the boy doesn’t care. Because when it comes to love, sometimes you have no choice but to follow your heart and spread your wings. In this sweetly funny picture book, Ingrid Chabbert perfectly captures the emotional essence of a child’s first love. The boy’s voice as narrator is realistic and endearing as he engagingly and honestly shares the wonder of his experience. With imagination and gentle humor, Guridi uses spare lines in mostly black and white drawings to tenderly express the poignant heart of the story. This book offers a terrific exploration of young children’s self-discovery and self-expression, as well as the early development of social skills. It makes a wonderful read-aloud to launch a classroom discussion about relationships and feelings.
Let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.
“Knowledge of each other, not of the flesh but through the flesh, knowledge of self, the real him, the real her, in extremis, the mask slipped from the face…”
Every other version of oneself is on offer to the public. We share our vivacity, grief, sulks, anger, joy… we hand it out to anybody who happens to be standing around, to friends and family with a momentary sense of indecency perhaps, to strangers without hesitation. Our lovers share us with the passing trade. But in pairs we insist that we give ourselves to each other. What selves? What’s left? What else is there that hasn’t been dealt out like a deck of cards?