Crave, in Jersey this time
Well, kids, my plane going into Georgia from Newark was delayed by two full hours so I had to miss my connection to Florida and sleep overnight in the airport. Not a fun thing. If nothing else, though, that gave me plenty of time to process. The journal I’ve been working on has been slow going but I think I wrote about ten pages. My visit with Crave was overall very good. I met her at work on Sunday night, bleary eyed and floating outside my body. We grabbed some supper at a diner in Jersey and went back to her place. It was overall a pleasant evening. We relaxed and spent some time watching a video about affirmations and positive thought. It dawned on my that this what I spend so much of my time trying to drill into people. When you speak, things happen, so choose your words precisely with that in mind.
Dana was a bit worried on Sunday night because she knows how much Crave had affected me on our last visit, but you know you can’t predict the future from the past. We were very content to keep a friendly physical distance.
Crave, to me, is a kindred spirit, she is a bosom friend from another lifetime, lord knows how long ago. Crave is precious to me.
Since she’s an MT, I had a massage the night before I left her, mostly to work out the knots from just having been tied-up-and-dragged-around-on-the-floor at the workshop Sunday. But she incorporated some energy healing into the massage – a welcome practise. As she worked on my back, it felt like she had opened up holes, drains in my back to release a lot of stuff I’ve been hanging onto. When I turned over they closed back up again. I was fine, I was doing great until she left the room so I could get up and it happened again. A wash of healing tears fell out of me and I melted. I guess I wasn’t really upset with anything i particular, but she somehow locates my stuck places exactly and knows how to open them.
No one makes me cry like that. No one. I am not one to be crying at the drop of a hat, but I feel so free to be vulnerable around Crave. She invites healing and I guess that’s how my body heals.
There’s more to write but I gatta run to work. I’m back in my body, but I still feel upside down in it. I need some quiet time.