How many of us have stood in front of an overflowing closet and said, “I have nothing to wear”? We scan the closet and it seems like none of our clothes go together and half of them went out of style last week. We wonder how we keep buying new clothes all the time, and yet we still feel unhappy with our wardrobe.
It’s not everyday that you climb up onto a massage table, naked, with only a strategically placed hand towel covering parts of yourself that few other people should see.
It’s also not everyday that you stick out your tongue, have your pulse read, and receive a wealth of targeted health advice from a woman you’ve just met — all while sitting in a living room, a dog dozes at your feet, and dreamy assistants drift in and out from the other room.
There weren’t any white lab coats. No florescent overhead lighting. I heard a faint breeze instead of an intercom buzzer. As someone who had studied and prepared for a medical career for almost twelve years, I was having a hard time reconciling my environment. Just what exactly was Ayurvedic medicine? What was I about to experience?