My children, non-children, half-children, quarter-children, sub-children and proto-children…welcome back. I have missed your comments and gift shop purchases!
I have taken a sabbatical to rid my mind of the day to day grime. It is something I can highly recommend to all of you, my dearest readers. Too often the cobwebs of negativity and evil vibes can build up without us noticing, until one day you find meditation to be an impossible task, and the smell of the incense turns to dirty swamp water in your nose. Rest is a virtue, my friends.
And in my absence, the world has moved on. I rarely visit the film theatre, but I have just returned from a screening of Chilled: A Monk’s Story, and what a magnificent tale! I have extolled the virtues of dry needling courses before, my readers, and you surely remember it to be so. I do not scorn acupuncture, but dry needling courses in Australia is taking off, and the benefits flow like water. I feel that soon, muscle pain as a concept will be eradicated, and we shall truly be the laid-back society we are thought to be by the wider world.
Strangely enough, my sabbatical was actually a pilgrimage of sorts to a monastery, where it is said that dry needling has its roots. Whether or not you believe that to be true, their methods are truly fascinating. I have returned now, blessed by newfound knowledge of needling, meditation and burdened by a suitcase full of mountain flowers with which to create new forms of incense. ‘Twas the blessing of the fairies that my case was not randomly searched by customs officials.
In any case, friends, prepare for a wave of dry needling courses, across Melbourne and Australia. As an art and profession, people are now taking it more seriously than ever before. And of course…the film endorsement helps.