Saturday, June 25, 2005

Revelation

It was the feeling of being deeply known that brought me to tears. How a thirty-minute chair massage could do this was a mystery. It wasn't even about the person, skilled though he is, performing the massage: it was something working through his hands. What a comfort and a delight to have the sore spots found, old wounds discovered without me having to point them out. And then to have them honoured, respected for what they are, and soothed. I stood up feeling renewed, once again ready to open myself to the world.

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