And so when I work, I'm home. I started walking the road to home in childhood, although I did not know it then.
In those early years I attended church regularly, and especially enjoyed the occasions when my denomination conducted a special communion service that included foot washing. This was a reverent ritual through which members of the church made a public gesture of humility together with a symbolic statement of their commitment to service.
Each time I observed this ceremony, I longed to participate as the adults did. The wait to become old enough to do so seemed endless. Part of my fascination as I watched was about the feet themselves. Something about this part of the body seemed to beg for special appreciation, but I had no real understanding of what I was feeling. I did feel, though. I felt powerfully drawn to something mysterious and wondrous.
The memory of that time and those feelings returned many years later when, in pursuit of a second career, I began training in massage therapy. Early in the study of the human body, I found myself again intrigued by feet. The complexity of their structure and function filled me with such awe that I knew I was encountering a wonder way beyond anatomy and physiology. I knew without a doubt that I had found not a second career but a calling. My calling! My heart knew I had found the road to home.
Starting then and continuing still, my passion has held steady for connecting the physical realities of the body with the spiritual realities that are its counterpart. The body itself constantly reports that there is no separation between the physical and the spiritual. (see side bar for more)
More and more I have learned to trust in myself what my masterful teachers modeled: that I can rely on the information the body transmits to my hands. Over time confidence fosters competence, which supports me in offering my experience and sharing my joy in this way of honoring the body.
There is but one temple in the Universe, says
the devout Novalis, and that is the human body.
Nothing is holier than that high form. We touch
heaven when we lay our hand on the human body.
The Hero As Divinity.