08/08/2025
✨️The Hand That Holds the Healing✨️
It’s such a small thing, really...a hand.
Five fingers. A web of tendons and veins. Skin that stretches over bone and muscle. Calloused in places. Maybe a bit swollen some days. Nails clipped short. Always clean. Always ready.
But oh, what a story it tells.
This hand—my hand—has been the quiet hero of my life. It's touched hundreds, maybe thousands, of bodies over the years. With every new client, it becomes both a tool and a translator, reading the language of the body: the knots, the tension, the pain, the fatigue. It listens without ears. It speaks without words. It comforts without question.
People often say, “You must have strong hands,” and yes, there is strength here. But more than that, there is purpose. There is memory. There is intention. And there is, always, love.
This hand has seen long days and late nights soaked in ice bowls. It has swollen with overuse, cramped from repetition, and ached from giving more than it should. But still, it shows up. Because every time it touches someone in pain, someone who feels unseen or unheard, it knows it is doing the work it was made for.
This hand has cradled the heads of grieving clients who wept quietly during a session. It has grounded anxious souls through deep, slow strokes. It has worked on athletes and cancer survivors, pregnant mothers and people who were at their wits end or near their last days dealing with pain. It has helped bodies heal and sometimes, just reminded them they were worthy of healing in the first place.
It’s just a hand.
Not quite different than anyone else’s. No more miraculous to look at. But the truth is, this hand has built a life for me. It has helped pay bills, supported dreams, and wiped my own tears when I doubted myself. It has held hands with people I love. And it has reached back to lift others when they couldn’t quite stand on their own.
As a massage therapist, my hands are my offering to the world.
And this one? This hand right here?
It may be tired. It may be small.
But it is powerful.
And wow, am I so thankful for it.
