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A country practice.

Wendi has practised complementary therapies in Mt Beauty for nearly twenty years. As well as shiatsu she is a qualified naturopath, herbalist and acupuncturist. “Being a registered nurse, midwife and shiatsu practitioner in Mt Beauty has opened my eyes to what community spirit is and its existence in a small town goes far beyond anything I have experienced living in cities. The thing I’ve noticed about living in a small town, pop 2300, is that most people have more than…

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Shiatsu & intuition.

Author of ‘Touch of Awareness: an exploration into intuitive shiatsu’ Allowing intuition into the shiatsu session is a profoundly spiritual experience. When I use the word spiritual, I use it in the context of our connection to something that goes beyond the boundary of our physical body, beyond the ‘small’ self, into a state where we experience ourselves as the infinite beings we are. Intuition in shiatsu is closely connected to the rhythm between giver & receiver. The pulse that…

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Interview with Tracy Matheson

(Italics are the interviewer’s own reflections) Tracey has always held an ethereal quality for me. Ever dressed in gorgeous flowing creams and whites, a hint of sparkling glitter and perfume that trails in her wake, this tall lady in heels would not perhaps elicit one to guess at first a vocation in barefoot shiatsu. Yet it is hard for me now to imagine her otherwise for she ever holds this station with a simple poise and ease that translates into…

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Shiatsu through the season’s

It has been many moons now since I began living more deeply in connection with nature. Reflecting back, there has been an incremental shift in my perspective on life that feels so inherently natural that it is hard to imagine how it could ever have been otherwise. And slowly, this conscious return back to the roots of my own nature, is informing how I practise shiatsu. Four years ago I was living in a small studio cottage by the Yarra…

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We are the same…

Dew drop in the morning, balanced upon a leaf. Softly, sitting, stillness, views the ground beneath. I listen to her wonder, her sense of self belief. Dingo howling gently, looks toward the moon. Sorrow, stillness, singing, gives birth his mournful tune. I hear his understanding, death will be here soon. Smoke hanging in the treetops, holding moons soft gaze. Stillness, sifting, shadow, cloaked tender in his haze. I smell his sense of being, his method and his ways. Spiders eye…

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Shiatsu& the art of receiving.

Lay down your sword. Surrender. The journey within begins with it. Feel yourself meet your own tension. A moment of confrontation as you face the mirror of self. Witness yourself holding onto the past; anticipating the future. What is the point of meeting tension with tension? There is no point in resisting what you are calling upon to receive. Instead just breathe. Breathe deep into your belly and fill the worlds within, And then let it go fully, with your…

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The sword of purification.

I have come to know the treasure of you With a depth and clarity profound There is little that can be spoken Yet I know what I have found Inside the walls where flowers bloom You came to meet me there I was frightened by the presence of you Golden light playing in your hair As the garden walls encompassed us You reached out to take my hand I didn’t understand the depth of you I had been long in…

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The hungry crow.

What is it like to go without food? How does it feel? What’s the effect on your mood? The crow in the tree is calling to me. He is asking for something, some food for his tea. I used to abide him, give him a scrap. Out on the ledge, he was happy with that. He calls out again, pleading to me. How can I face him, what’s it to be. My belly is empty, my conscious is torn. What…

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Alone I sit.

Alone I sit, solitude in time. My heart expands, perception is mine. Tears fill my eyes, for perfection I see. I reach out my hand, the moon touches me. I behold the unity of mother and child. Together they sing the song of the wild. They dance to a rhythm, I feel their heartbeat. I reach out my hand, the three of us meet. Together we share this moment in time. In harmony I feel their heartbeat and mine. A…

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