I’m not sure why, but as you closed with the two women scrubbing your backs vigorously, a visceral, overwhelming urge to sob came to my chest. I don’t know if there’s a deep memory of being cared for in a sense of someone helping soothe and bathe me as a child, or maybe it reminded me of the scene form book I read recently, Foster, by Claire Keegan. I think I’m craving a love and deep unspoken mothering that I’d love to find through cultivating healthy, female friendships and seeking chosen family when it feels as though my own is more foreign than any stranger I could meet at a coffee shop. Also- saunas. How can we make these accessible. I’ve been craving the experience for so long, and imagine it feeling like a warm, enveloping hug that massages the mind and slows the body, forcing the muscles to release and rest even when you aren’t physically able to do so consciously
I’m not sure why, but as you closed with the two women scrubbing your backs vigorously, a visceral, overwhelming urge to sob came to my chest. I don’t know if there’s a deep memory of being cared for in a sense of someone helping soothe and bathe me as a child, or maybe it reminded me of the scene form book I read recently, Foster, by Claire Keegan. I think I’m craving a love and deep unspoken mothering that I’d love to find through cultivating healthy, female friendships and seeking chosen family when it feels as though my own is more foreign than any stranger I could meet at a coffee shop. Also- saunas. How can we make these accessible. I’ve been craving the experience for so long, and imagine it feeling like a warm, enveloping hug that massages the mind and slows the body, forcing the muscles to release and rest even when you aren’t physically able to do so consciously