I ventured into the tumultuous expanses of the ocean.
The boat sinks into the blueness
And floats like a feather,
Among the multi-shaped waves, amidst the sighs of the flood…

• Can you stop? I haven’t made the paddle yet.
• There’s no need. Just be. Dance…

And he sailed the path he knew for years. His sail hung there, where life freezes in place.

After about 5 years of practicing Lomi Lomi Nui massage, numerous courses and workshops aimed at perfecting a confined, rule-bound approach to massaging, it felt as if life had drained from me. Stiff and sore body, increasingly frequent visits to the physiotherapist signaled that something wasn’t working. Clients were very satisfied, but with each new session, it became harder for me to find joy in this work. The sessions I received in exchange for massage left me feeling unbalanced and disappointed. My Lomi Lomi Nui massaging resembled a stubborn repetition of a sequence of movements. It evoked associations with classical massage. In this massage, there was no heart left, only a head tired of perfectionism.

Lomi Lomi Sensual Dance

I stand on the shore. Frothy water floods my feet, inviting me to a shared dance, while the previously known land tempts me back to the safe paths so far.

• Aloha Brother! Go ahead! Sail!

I enter the salty water. I tread cautiously on the seabed. With each step, I go deeper. A few breaths dispelling uncertainty, I lift my feet and swim. The wave carries me into the unknown, inviting me to play. Moment by moment, it gets easier. I learn to move in the unpredictable rhythm of the water.

I approach the table. I close my eyes. I touch the body exactly where I need to be and exactly how it needs to be touched. I slide off the scarf. I oil the body. My hands gently glide over the skin. I listen to the subtle vibrations of the body. It speaks to me – every body has its unique language, used to communicate with the outside world. Its rhythm guides my feet. I dance and flow. Sometimes I pause to listen more, to catch an understanding. To communicate with the body receiving the massage on the level of its Being, through the prism of energy and its vibration that appears and flows through mine and its body. I feel it and trust it, being present at the same time. The body knows. The heart knows. When I feel and trust, I don’t need anything more. I don’t ponder, I don’t analyze, because everything is as it should be, so I flow on. Every movement lasts, even when it seems to have stopped. In this quality, I don’t have to wonder if I did everything, I don’t have to check how I did it, because I work from the position of “the body knows”. I don’t have to stretch to the limit, I don’t have to do all the rounds, I don’t have to do 3 repetitions, I can even do 20. This is not a massage about following a scheme, but a massage that flows in communication between the Giving and the Receiving Being. One hand from one, the other on the opposite side of the body. Hands are like relays of energy waves, like battery clamps. The scenario of every movement is written by the body receiving the massage – leg, arm, belly, back, head. I am everywhere I need to be. The movements and paths I traverse cannot be repeated. This massage is like writing a new story, which can only be disrupted by a controlling, perpetually understanding MIND. THIS DANCE invites the MIND to let go, relaxes the body and its internal structures without the need to relax the muscles themselves. A fully relaxed body changes its sensitivity, starts to feel more and recognize more. It begins to experience joy and responds to the invitation to dance.

I continue to flow. I play like a surfer without a board, like a dolphin in the water, like a dancer leading his partner through worlds unknown to her until now. It’s a dance of Joy, Love, and Freedom.

THIS DANCE MAKES SENSE.

If you want to enjoy massaging and derive joy from it, I invite you to join me on the journey with Lomi Lomi Sensual Dance.