It was when I was lying flat on my stomach looking down into a bowl filled with water and rose petals that the thought came to my mind. The moment had chosen us, "Heart" and I. We did not choose it.
And the moment chose us wisely I think. It knew the exact day, time and mood when we would both be tired, free and willing.
There was no plan, no pressure. Just a quiet invitation that led our feet to the doors of the spa.
It's been a long long time since I had a massage and as the masseuse was untying knot after knot in my back and neck, I silently winced. It hurt! I had amassed a good amount of tension and kneading all that away had, of course, to hurt.
But there is something to be said for the power of the human touch. It is just flesh on flesh, skin to skin contact, but boy, does it do wonders for your body!
So tonight, I am all zen. The moment chose the body today. The spirit can wait.