I decided that I had to be kind of careful who I spent such intimate time with. If a hug created such energy from or through me, what would a massage be like? My current emotional space had me wanting to be intentional about who I chose as my therapist. Pretty simply, I was looking for a practitioner who was intentional and attentional about what existed between us.

First, I did a basic google search. Sexy, right? I immediately threw out options of therapists who worked for someone else. I imagined a kind of synergy between this other person and myself that doesn’t want to be confined to the rules and regulations of a company. I just imagined this person working alone, and I went with that because…you have to start somewhere.

That narrowed the list down to less than a dozen. I then went through each of them, visited their website, and tried to feel into the person behind the scenes. I read their reviews to see what people said about them, and I looked at the style of their site to see what came up for me. If there was a photo of the therapist, I looked intently at each half of their face to see what I thought I could glean.

There were plenty of adequate options, as far as massage therapists go. Generally, they seemed professional, friendly, and just what any normal person would look for when searching for a massage. None of them really knocked my socks off…except for one. And I felt it.

Sammy was her name. Her business name reflected that she was connected spiritually to her practice. The website was simple, beautiful, seemingly designed for someone who wanted to be aesthetically soothed and spiritually realized. The massage options given were based on truths in oneself that one wished to acknowledge, rather than just the physical benefits. There was no last name, business address, or photo of Sammy on the site but I was able to get a sense of her from clients’ reviews. What I noticed was their appreciation of her in their lives…not just for her massage service, but for something more intangible, less transactional. People seemed to be awed by her generosity.

It was an easy choice. My intuitional compass chose Sammy.

As luck would have it, there was an online scheduling option so I didn’t even have to talk to anyone on the phone! I excitedly booked a massage with Sammy a few days out, surprised that it was so easy and that she was so available.

The confirmation email came to my box, along with her last name. It was a beautiful name…a foreign one. I googled her immediately, and then….

Surely this wasn’t her, a former Olympian?

My mind flashed back to a conversation I had with Anthony a year or so ago. He had (actually) been telling me something…that he had met the wife of Superbloom (with whom he worked)…a former Olympian.

How many Olympians could there be in this town?

Dammit, I thought.

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