The sanctity of being known …

Dear Friends,

You may know how much I revel in massage. I look for value when I spend my time and money. And for me, it’s part of a healthy life. But never have I ever had a massage like the one I had last week.

As Ashley finished my neck, I heard myself say in an Oh-My-God voice, “I feel like you just gave me six grand finales on my neck.” Then, she asked if she could do the “meridian alignment” that she’d done once before. Again, I heard myself respond, “I’ll probably remember what it is, when you do it.”

As she was moving through that process, already crying, I said, “I’m gonna cry.”

I knew this was a sacred gift. I sat with it. I wondered … you know I did. I wanted to understand exactly why I cried, a first in response to a massage. And what I realized is that I felt known and cared for. I felt valued.

Somebody had taken the time, thought it was worth her time, to tune in to me. Yes, she was being paid for it. But as it turns out, no matter how much we’d like to, we can’t pay somebody to value us. We long to be seen and known. We long to have somebody tune into our needs and seamlessly meet them, much the way our mothers did in the womb. We had no concerns. Everything just was.

So, here I am feeling more grateful for a massage than I’ve ever been. And I can’t help but appreciate on a little deeper level the sanctity we place on feeling known.

I also write these words with a deeper knowing that I value you and who you are in my life. You allow me to pour my heart out. And you take the time to see what worth you can find in it.

Thank you, my friend. And may you feel known. May we each take the time to know ourself and allow somebody else to truly know us.

Note to Ashley: Thank you for sharing the sacred gift of you. I find great delight in knowing you will reap what you sow.