I was lying mostly naked on the table. The light from the candles flickered dimly. Soft music floated all around. Gentle hands moved over my very pregnant body, pressing here and there…
Soon, I realized silent tears were leaking from my eyes in a steady stream and it had become hard to breath. I was certain I was not doing a very good job of hiding it but the woman said nothing. She just continued to work.
Meanwhile, I was thinking about and reliving things that I did not want to think about or relive.
It struck me then how much of our sadness, anxiety, loneliness, stress, depression is worn on our bodies in very visible, touchable ways.
Most people are afraid to touch us or even to really look at us, we are all busy trying to save ourselves, and yet human touch is critical to healing, as the physical and emotional are inextricably linked.
That being said, I was wholly unprepared for the flood of emotions I experienced with that massage.
I never went back.