A little poem about my first experience with tennis ball self massage. Try it out. I’d love to hear your poem afterwards.
Tennis ball. Golf ball. “Peanuts.”
Crammed into and rolling.
Tight muscles.
Relaxing. Painful.
Fun. Sadistic.
Clothes too loose.
T-shirt’s knotted.
Ooooh, Ahhh.
Sexual.
Ouch.
Hurts so good.
Dizzy, nauseous,
hungry, have to pee!
Enchiladas with broccoli and mushrooms.
Hold onto your what?
Peanut.
Muscles releasing.
Mind screaming.
Surrender.
Shavasana.
If you live in Raleigh, NC you can join the fun with Yvonne Cropp’s “Have a Ball” workshops at Blue Lotus.
