Tales From the (Massage) Table: "Doing" Love

No, it's not a typo.

I didn't mean "making love." I'm not that kind of blogger.
And I didn't mean "doing what I love."

I'm talking about what it feels to give a massage. I'm certainly not falling in love with my clients, or really even getting to know them enough to truly love them. Somehow, I feel that to love someone, I have to know them. But I am "doing love."

Recently, a return client came in (I've just seen her a few times over a year or so), and said that she just needed to chill the heck out. Stress! Frustration! Tension! She was frazzled.

You know that I grew up in a family of artists, right? So even though I'm a musician by trade (and, of course a massage therapist), I think in images often. As I stand outside my massage room, waiting to enter, I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths and empty my mind of images, of words, and I stand with my palms facing the door, letting myself focus on the feeling of my own energy in my hands. After a few moments of this, sometimes I feel the skin on my face prickle a little, sometimes my tongue. I have no idea if it's real or my imagination, but it's become a tradition for me. Focus. Empty. Wait. Feel.

The moment I walked into the room, I could feel her zingy, frayed breath. I stood by her head and centered myself again. My palms warmed and felt sparkly, and as I began the massage, she sighed and settled in. Eyes closed, it felt like she was a black velvet jewel box.  All I could feel on the outside was the fuzzy surface, but there was something inside.

Halfway through the session, I had her roll over so she was face-up, and I began luxuriating through the scalp and shoulder massage. I love this part, because by then, the client trusts me and can deeply relax. A thoroughly relaxed person is beautiful in the way no one can be when awake and alert. It's a pure beauty, a simple, glowing shine.

Working through her hair, I closed my eyes again, and and image began to form again.  The jewel box was opening, and inside was a star. The star was shining through the cracks of the jewel box, and I felt it like sunshine on my face, warm and healing. Her skin was fizzing with life, and my hands rejoiced. Her hair was energized and springy. Her shoulders were pliable. She let out a long, gusty sigh and fell into sleep. I could feel it when it happened. The floating thoughts and worries and wonders and busybusybrain fell away, and there was just space and serenity and childlike contentment.

When I finished at her feet a half hour later, I spent a moment suspended between her energy and mine. I hovered my fingertips over the tips of her toes and breathed deeply, feeling the double current running through me. Silently, I asked her to release me to my own self, and thanked her for trusting me. As though a magnet had been turned away, my hands floated away, and I breathed again. Just me by myself, in that breath.

Flicking my fingers at the sky just in case there were lingering threads connecting us, I opened my eyes and whispered to her that it was time to rejoin the world. She smiled and sighed happily.

That, to me, is "doing love." It's finding my own spark, my own current, and touching another's with the intent of doing good, and then separating again, each better off than before.

Don't Worry. I'll Take Good Care of It

Kissing Simon goodnight this evening, he put his hand on my chest very carefully. I asked him why, and he said, 

"I want to find your heart. 

Because that is where my love is."

Things. In Groups. By Number. II

9 LOVES

1:  I love the color cobalt.  Mmmmm.

2:  My little son has shown me a kind of love I did not know about before.  This unselfconscious, heart-on-the-sleeve, bouncy love.  He's so darling, and sticky and dirty and dorky.  He likes to kiss me and hug me.  He chirps, "Mama? I wuv you!" as he's playing SuperMario on the computer.

3:  I love when somebody else makes me a cup of coffee.  I don't even care what they put in it.  I think it tastes better when somebody else makes it and brings it to me.

4:  I love listening to audiobooks, but don't get the opportunity (long periods of uninterrupted quiet? what?) like I used to.

5:  I have recently discovered a love for thick woolen socks.  I've never actually worn that kind before, and was surprised by how nice they are.

6:  I love love LOVE to sleep.  Love.  Mmmmsleep.

7:  I love and covet Jaguars.  The car.  I really really covet them.

8:  Brie, topped with apricot jam, chopped jalapenos and toasted almonds, then baked.  Whoa.  I could make a house out of that and eat it all.

9:  I love listening to renaissance vocal music.  Mmmm.  Delicious.