Yin and Yang

I just woke up from a sleep coma.  I went to sleep at 1:30AM and woke up at noon.  10 and a half hours of blissful sleep.

My dreams were awesome too.  I dreamt I was vacationing in Thailand, the water was an incredible crystal light blue, everyone on the beach having fun and eating rainbow colored snow cones.  What was up with the snow cones?  I have no idea but I wanted a snow cone and was able to get one from a very nice sidewalk vendor.

In another dream, me, my mom and dad were asked to house-sit for someone’s mansion.  As payment for our efforts, we could choose any car in his garage to keep.  And while we were housesitting, we had unlimited supply of money to spend however we liked.

I remember the car perfectly, but I’m not sure what type of car it was.  Hold on, I’ll google it…..

This is it.  All the cars looked similar to this one except the one I drove was brown, green and tan.  A Rolls Royce.

So, what’s new in the life of Melanie?  Only that of blissful joy.  Well, what I mean by blissful joy is that I have money in the bank, more on the way, a full tank of gas and not a whole lot of hard work scheduled in my immediate future.  I’m looking at the life of Riley here.

I’m working on a plan for acquiring my electric bicycle and I also set out a time-line for my new business, Sound Alchemy Massage.

I’ll be commandeering one of the massage rooms at my other business and Sound Alchemy will start taking clients in Cheshire starting in September.  I will have a massage business inside a massage business.  If I do this, I will be able to cross-promote both businesses and combine all emails into one massive data-base.  I’ll make profits immediately and once that happens, I’ll get to expand once again to another location.

I’m waiting until September for two reasons:  1) Summer is not a good time to open a massage business being that it’s slow and 2) I’d like to at least try to buy an electric bicycle so I can ride it to Bar Harbor, Maine, on an adventure cycling trail before fall sets in.

I have $444 saved towards my electric bicycle.

I also decided to no longer order take-out and only eat the food my mother makes for me.  This consists of pasta, hamburgers, chicken, and hot dogs.  Last night was hot dog and beans.

I normally spend upwards of $30 a day on take-out.  It ranges from $20-$30.  I’m also in the habit of eating the entire meal in one sitting because it’s freaking delicious.

My eating and spending habits are about to go back to the way they were before meeting Hana who threw my habits completely out of whack.

Anyway, in other news, I massaged a lady with MS the other day.  She was in a bad state.  Her and her husband both came in for a massage, an old couple with the husband pushing his wife in a wheelchair.  I had to help get her on the massage table.

This was difficult for me in many ways.  First of all, I’m not licensed to handle a person like this.  I don’t know the proper way to lift a crippled woman.  We finally got her on the table, but we couldn’t get her to lay face down – she’s not able to turn face down without rolling off the table.  I kept trying to cover her up, she was laying there completely naked, flopping around, but her husband kept uncovering her saying “she can move around better if she’s not covered.”  This was very disturbing to me.  I felt I was being selfishly disturbed by it.  Selfish in the way that I didn’t want to see an old naked crippled woman and disturbed in the way of if you accidentally see your grandmother naked.

I saw what the problem was and there was no way we’d be able to get her to lay face-down, so I opted for side-lying.

Me – “I’ll be right back.  I’ll get you a long body pillow so you can lay comfortably on your side while I massage your back.”

And that’s just what I did.  The woman was so nice, so innocent.  Her mind was still intact, but there was something sweet about her.

I massaged her hands.  She was missing three fingers on her left hand, but the fingernails that she did have were painted.  When I seen this, it felt like a warm wave washed over me.  Something about old people still dressing up and looking nice, strikes a cord with me.  Especially when they’re suffering and in pain.  There’s something so precious and beautiful about it.  Dressed up in their Sunday best, wearing their little hats and carrying their little handbags.  It’s insanely precious and drives me crazy.

This feeling extends to all people really, when they take the time to dress up, put on make-up and doing their hair all nice – I love and appreciate it.  It’s like, they don’t have to look nice, but they do it anyway.  They do it because it makes them feel better.  Almost like they’re trying to feel better.  They’re not giving up.

Trying and not giving up are attributes I deeply, vehemently hold the upmost respect for.  And when it comes to appearance, when a person dresses up to look nice, there’s something so fragile and naked about it.  You can see the care and respect they desire for themselves.

I went to Vermont for Memorial day weekend to visit Amy and Mike.  I love the look and feel of Vermont.  The houses are livable, but most are old and wrecked.  They’d be marked condemned in Cheshire Connecticut standards.  But in Vermont, it’s okay.  “Live however you like” is the vibe I get from the place.  No one judges and no one gives a shit.

I love that people don’t give a shit in Vermont.  I love their crappy houses!  It’s Wabi Sabi, it’s beautiful.  And I love their lackadaisical view of appearances.  But what I don’t understand is how can I love both worlds?  How can I hold respect and appreciation for polar opposites?

Maybe it has something to do with Yin and Yang.  Dark and light, masculine and feminine.

Wikipedia describes Yin as negative/passive/female principle in nature.  Also symbolizes the moon, shaded orientation, covert; concealed; hidden, negative,  overcast, sinister; treacherous.

Yin would obviously represent the people who enjoy dressing themselves up with makeup and fine clothes.  Not that that’s to be considered treacherous, but I guess maybe considered a white lie if you really think about it.

Wikipedia describes Yang as positive/active/male principle in nature, the sun,  in relief,  open; overt,  belonging to this world.

Both worlds are dependent on each other.  Yin represents birth, basically what is unknown to us – it’s the dark side that happens before we’re born and after we die.

Yang is life, but it springs from Yin.  The brightness of Yang is born out of the darkness of Yin.  Maybe at times, you have to be treacherous in order to be good?  I don’t know.

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