Your animal body has brought you here. My hands are full of you.
This is what I know when I massage you:
that your feet have carried you a long way
that your back is strong despite its aches
that your arms have carried many things for others
that the delicate curve of your neck is tested daily by the weight of the things in your head
that your body is beautiful, and capable of healing itself, you, the world
that you are worthwhile
(I will watch your corrugated brow smooth, the corners of your mouth tick upward, your belly rise higher with each deeper breath. My heart will be filled as yours is, cradled beneath our ribs.)
...that you will leave this place, step back into the world, and go on.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
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Eloquent is exactly the right word. Lovely.
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