19/11/2025
When I was little, I used to love to massage my grandmotherās hands. She had a pretty rough life, brutal breast cancer treatment that culminated in mastectomy, diabetes and a life long health issues. I used to love her big, rubbery, tough hands riddled with arthritis. And I used to love massaging them. I always told her that I will grow up and become a massage therapist and treat her every day. She laughed. She didnāt know that this was the best way I knew how to convey my love, convey my desire to be of help, to be needed, to support others. Through touch. Words can only go so far. Presence is of such a great power. You can talk all you want, but sit with someone in silence in their deepest of feelings of joy or grief and you will know what I mean. My grandma been gone for over 5 years now, she didnāt get to see my second son, she hasnāt witnessed my despairs, lowest of the low, or my rising and triumphs and yet she is in everything I do. In every touch, in every quiet moment of holding space for others, in my every prayer. I look at these pictures and I want to pinch myself. I still canāt believe this is my life and this is me and I get to do this. Deep gratitude like warm honey is traveling through me today.Ā Oh, what a magic it is to live the life you love!
