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I woke up early and crept out of my still quiet house for an early appointment. I walked through the heavy wooden door and was immediately swaddled in eastern light and art and beauty. They speak in soft tones and guide me to a room filled with one of the biggest tubs I have ever seen. Marble covers the walls, a blue and green marble. Candles dance on the water.

I am alone in this room and I sink into the tub and I find deliciously hot water and I soak for a long, long time.

A quiet knock at the door. I slip my arms through the soft green robe on the door and pad barefoot up some wooden stairs. Another woman greets me, fairly pregnant and absolutely beautiful. She places her hands together in the universal namaste and leads me into another room, candles flickering against a large stone carving of buddha. She murmurs softly to me and I understand and slip onto the bed.

Her hands are strong and sure. She rubs tired muscles so completely I lose time and space. At one point her belly is against my arm and I feel a small kick. Hello little one, I think quietly and smile. I want to weep when she finally finishes but am simultaneously overflowing with peace and gratitude. She bows again and gives me a warm hug and a tall glass of water with cucumber floating on top.

I leave dreamlike and somehow navigate my way home to a quiet house where J is sitting contentedly. M is with my parents and will be back soon. Tonight we will go to a movie. A date of sorts.

Today is a very good day.