Sharing the power of Touch

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Many years ago I was exhibiting at a mind body spirit festival, a young woman (Julie) came up to me, with her was her daughter of 4years old (Jess) and her mother (Mary). I had been aware of her watching me for a while and was willing her to ask for a massage as I felt that I just had to massage this lady. When Julie approached I just new that this was important to her, she told me she had had cancer and was in remission and asked would I massage her as most therapists wouldn’t. I got her ready and the massage began, Jess was stood close she wouldn’t leave her mum even though her grandmother had tried a few times to get her to, encouraging her with lets get a hot chocolate; cake; sweets Jess refused and stayed watching soaking up like a sponge what she saw. Jess was watching me so intently, I new she just wanted to copy me and massage her mum, Jess was moving in sync with me swaying and copying every move. I quietly asked the Julie if she would mind if Jess joined in? The answer was ‘no of course Jess could, I would love it if she did’. The little ones eyes lit up, off came her coat and Jess rolled up her sleeves. I oiled her arms and we began to ‘dance’ the dance of no hands massage together she mirrored every move I made and listened to her mums tissues, tilting her head and shutting her eyes to receive the messages she new naturally where there to be heard. Time was no longer an issue we just worked together in complete unison. With Jess’s smile getting bigger and bigger and Julie’s body getting softer and softer giving up tension and stress in time with music that the three of us was hearing.
Four to five years past, there I was at the same event making people aware of the power of touch. The memory of this event had dulled and was almost hidden in the depth of the brain called memories that need awakening. A woman came up to me and asked the question ‘do you remember me?’ The lady felt familiar and the young girl next to her smiling at me did too, I said have I massaged you in the past (the most likely thing to have occurred) she answered ‘No you massage my daughter, I came today to see you to thank you for what you did for her, for us we will never forget your gift’ I was confused as there was more to this story than I could ever have imagined. She then went on to tell me ‘My daughter became terminally ill and has died’ I felt the tears rise and could not help but let them fall. ‘Do you remember a young woman who’s daughter you let massage her with you’. Light bulb moment this is the family and this is the young child who mirrored me so explicitly. ‘When my daughter became ill, the gift you gave was this one (pointing to her granddaughter) massaged her mum every day until the day she died, it brought them both so much and helped to keep my daughter pain free. By this time all three of us was crying and holding each other, I was speechless, unable to move I just clung to themas they clung to me – The power of touch

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