Two weeks ago, I had a new client finally come in to see me.
We had interacted on social media for months and I knew he was following me on my posts on Facebook and Instagram.
This is how it is with First Responders and Veterans. They take their time, learning about who I am and what I do before they come into my place and receive bodywork.
It takes time. It takes trust. It doesn’t happen overnight. It can’t be rushed.
I know this and I just let it come when it does. I open the door to communicate and I let them gaze at the door as long as it takes before they walk across the threshold and into my space.
And I’m ready when they do.
Most of the time.
I’m not always prepared, though, for everything that happens.
You see, while I have the door open so I can gain their trust, something else happens.
I become known. I become seen. I become vulnerable. I get touched in all kinds of ways.
And sometimes it reminds me of who I was and who I need to be.
Days after his session, my client sends me this video with the comment,”The girl on the right reminds me of you.”
I clicked it.
I was transfixed.
It was like looking in the mirror, seeing myself again.
The girl I was. The woman I am.
Tears ran down my face.
I watched it again and again.
I got home and walked into my closet.
I have a dress almost exactly like that, still.
I turned on the music, really, really loud.
I begin to dance.
I caught my reflection in the mirror.
I was smiling.
The big, real, genuine Jack O’Lantern smile that Mema always said gave me away.
“Gave me away.”
That’s what it is… Some things just give you away, give away your passions, your pleasures, your so-called “buttons” that only people that take the time to watch and see, listen and learn, find out about you.
It’s a romance in many ways.
I know that it’s a give and take, to give fully, one must be willing to receive fully, too.
An open door goes both ways.. One can come in and one can go out.
One can see inside and one can be seen from outside.
I know my client doesn’t realize the gift he gave me when he sent the video.
It is a gift, though, in a very beautiful way.
He reminded me of what one of my heart desires is, of something I had pushed way back and let go of.
I needed this reminder so very much.
It made me stop and think and write down what I wanted and needed in my life.
To be known and loved.
To know and love.
To dance on the edge.
To dance again.
To open doors.
To come back.
To go forward.
Bad romances and all.
To be the woman in the dress, dancing my heart out.
👣♥️ Jeanna’ Mead
938 a.m. 11.26.19