By Naomi Shihab Nye, 1952
Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth. What you held in your hand, what you counted and carefully saved, all this must go so you know how desolate the landscape can be between the regions of kindness. How you ride and ride thinking the bus will never stop, the passengers eating maize and chicken will stare out the window forever.
If you are a massage therapist, your arms and your hands are your primary tools and they must be treated as such. But this can be hard to remember when you are busy running your practice! How ironic it is that ridding your clients of muscle pain and restriction can be the very thing that brings your own career to a painful halt.
I personally neglected my own needs until I developed severe tendinitis in my own arms, wrists and elbows and had to stop working. (The upside to that was that it prompted me to invent Armaid, a leverage tool to easily apply, in my opinion, the world’s greatest therapy technique to yourself.)
It is a depressingly modern condition in which the tendons around the thumb inflame as a result of repetitive strain — in my case because I had, for hours a day over years of a life, tapped that right-hand digit onto the glass of my smartphone.