Touch

I am a massage therapist. I touch bodies and souls for a living. My hands explore the hills and valleys, the scars and tattoos, the old and the new. My fingers feel tireless muscles and strong bones; they feel the fascia, the faces, and the feet. I untie knots in shoulders that hunch too long in front of a computer. I nurse sacrums that are tender from carrying children. My thumbs hike their way across swollen, tired feet. I soothe and protect and nurture. My clients give me their bodies and their trust and let me hold the weight of their head in my cradled hands. My soul is nourished, and I am thankful.