For 7 years now, I’ve offered massage, not just with trained hands, but with a listening heart. It’s not about fixing. It’s about softening. Soothing. Letting the weight people carry melt into stillness, if only for a while.
Every body speaks in silence; tight shoulders, aching backs, restless limbs. And I’ve learned to understand those whispers, not with questions, but with care.
I don’t chase spotlight or applause. I’ve been judged for choosing this path. Misread, even ridiculed. But still, I stay. Because I’ve seen what peace looks like when someone walks in burdened and walks out lighter.
Massage, for me, is poetry written without words.
And I just want to keep writing.
Comments
Wow! Sounds like you are on a perfect path for getting you where you wanna be! The power of touch + power of unconditional positive regard. So healing!
So, question for you. Do your clients ever release emotions they are surprised by?
I cannot tell you how shocked I was at the amount of tears I was shedding without crying during facial massage. The practitioner said we carry a lot of emotions there.
What you wrote was beautiful and heartfelt. Please keep healing with your hands.