I’m currently in physical therapy. An old back injury has reared its ugly head, and I am seeking help. And slowly, my back is healing. But something else is happening…I am re-discovering the healing power of touch.
I miss it, I realize. The sensation of touch. The feel of another’s hands on my skin. I miss it all the time; but I wasn’t aware of how much, or how valuable it truly is. I’m not talking about romantic or sexual touch, though that can be healing as well. Just simple, direct, healing touch.
The massaging of my abdomen (to break up the underlying scar tissue). The hands on my lower thighs while tractioning my spine. The fingers applying pressure to my hamstrings to release the tension. The moments when my legs are cradled by someone else’s arm with the statement of “I’ve got you, you can let go.” Gentle movements; soft-spoken encouragement. For no other purpose than to heal my body.
The result is healing not only my back, but also my spirit. By being cared for. Feeling connected; supported. Knowing that for 40 minutes twice a week, the sole focus is to heal and help only me. Retraining connections long broken. Restoring my faith in my own body.
I can heal; I will be whole. In so many more ways than just one.