What my skin looked like before the spa:
And I embarrassed myself by crying on the table in fromt of the nice Korean lady who was scraping off my dead skin. All the sadness and misery of August caught me up. I was so adult and available and everyone wanted to talk to me and I'm the 'boss' so I guess I felt like I had to keep it together. And I did. Until today. I didn't weep and wail, just let the tears ooze out while I lay face down. Now I feel hollow and empty. Emptied out.
But my skin is creamy. The ladies at the spa make you stay in the 104 degree tub for way too long so your nasty skin will be easier to get off. Man, I was woozy when I got out. I lay on the plastic lounge chair and had hallucinations. The skylights kept crossing and winking.
I have no idea how I drove home.
5 comments:
Ah- so good to shed the old skin, reveal what is beneath. Wonderful as a metaphor and perfect as reality.
I have often thought, after a good massage, that I should not be driving any more than a person who has had too much to drink. I can only imagine that I would feel the same wearing new skin.
Nothing like body work to release the catches of those sealed doors, find tears we didn't even know we held. The welcome altered state of disorientation - and new skin. It sounds as though you have had some much needed healing days. xo
MS Moon-like a snake, the old skin is down the drain.
MK-I did. And my vision has cleared, thank gawd.
Have never experienced this. I would love it. But seriously I don't need to cry more hahahaha I'm laughing on the inside.
xoxox
ps. I read this and I thought I was reading another blog and I thought to myself this is the most beautifully written blog post I've ever read on this here blog hmmm then I realized where I was.
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