"Obrigada a todos."

My last day in Portugal. What a very big time this has been. I recall walking Ben on a snowy road in December, consumed by the idea of doing this 3 month training in massage therapy. While it made no sense to my mind, I felt already in the grip of possibility.

And here I am sipping coffee not 50 meters from the sea in southwestern Portugal. 90 days of massage education and experience now live in my cells. My hands hum. My imagination runs wild with ideas and dreams for what else is possible.

I have had experiences which have changed the way I see massage as well as altered the way I live in and move with my own body. Massage feels to be an art form between two - between their bodies, their minds, their hearts, and their spirits, simultaneously opening a door to behold the Holiness of Life.

I have been embraced by life in a small Portugese community. I have been humbled by the

way that strangers have enfolded me into their hearts, sometimes without language - a different sort of moving art between people. Just as profound. Revealing the brilliance of the human spirit. Revealing another doorway into the Holy.

I love the practice of psychotherapy, whether with words or touch. Connecting deeply with people and exploring the human spirit is my passion. I admit that, for me, it's less about trying to be helpful, more about tapping into that quality of contact which defies language but which moves worlds, opens the imagination, dissolves delusion.

I'm very pleased to return to the world of talk therapy on Tuesday. I wonder how 3 months in Portugal in massage training will manifest, how I will engage with clients and how I will let myself be moved by the souls I meet across the room. To touch without touch.

I'm ready to be home. I'm excited about becoming tangled up and enlivened by a new place, a new geography, a new community of people, and teachers in myriad forms.

Muito obrigada Portugal. Muito obrigada.