Seven Saturdays

Seven more Saturdays.  For the past six months, I’ve spent every Saturday at massage school. It has been quite a journey so far, returning to school after a fifteen year hiatus. I dropped out of massage school when my daughter was born, having only two classes left to finish. I have always regretted that decision to cast my dreams aside.

It has been a lot harder than I thought to go back. This is an accelerated course, with lots of homework. School has taken time away from my kids, away from my social life, and away from my sex life. It has cost me $3600.00 that I really couldn’t afford. But I’ve paid every dime, knowing that I am worth the investment.
In school, I have found a sense of purpose. I am a very good massage therapist. I know, because my clients always tell me so. And I can see it in their face after they have been through a session with me. I am a healer. And it feels pretty awesome to get out of my paper pushing cubicle to mold and mesh the pain out of some fellow humans. I love the gooey feel of a melted muscle. I love the sound of my client snoring on the table. I love the way it feels to cradle a client’s head in my hands while I send them love and balance. Life is hard. But on my table, my safe space, I get to connect and heal. I get to protect my clients from the harshness of the outside world. What an incredible honor it is to take someone’s pain away, to soothe and nurture a complete stranger. There’s nothing else in the world that can compare to working someone’s trapezius from a rocklike texture, to soft muddy clay.  
Massage school came into my life when I was lost and broken. This education, this reaching back into my past to complete something I had thought I’d lost forever, has healed my soul in ways I never imagined possible. My teacher is the kindest soul I’ve ever met. My classmates are inspiring. My hands are on fire, burning for the finish line.
I have so much gratitude for this unexpected detour in the road of my life. Seven more Saturdays and my life will be in bloom.


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Little Moon Talks

Deep thinking, wine drinking, lover of the moon. I started this blog after going through one of those explosive break ups that broke my mind just as bad as it broke my heart. I had to write my story out, so I could understand it. I was surprised at how healing the experience of sharing my story could be. So I kept writing. And I kept healing. I am a typical Midwestern single mother, who has been blessed with the task of raising a couple of sassy little feminists. My friends say I'm eccentric. They are probably right. I work in a cubicle during the week and am a massage therapist on the side. I also I write an astrology blog on Facebook and sell readings on Etsy and sometimes in person for the locals. I love this blog. It functions as a release valve for all the emotions I don't have time to process. It's also a way for me to put my wicked awesome iPhone photography skills to good use. I love my astrology blog as well, but wanted an outlet for more personal topics...the little conversations I have in the middle of the night when it's just me and the moon. I am passionate about empowering women, cultivating self worth, marijuana, wine, and my lifelong quest to understanding relationships. Thank you for checking out my page. I wish to remain somewhat anonymous here, but in return I promise to bleed my heart out into each and every blog I post.

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