At the massage, she asked where she should focus her efforts. My hands, I said. The ones that love, prepare, comfort, implore, do. My liaisons to action are tired, and they ache. As she nurtured them, I felt an unclenching, as if she released a tiny reservoir. I did not wipe the tears, not here in this place where there is no shame in need, no consequence to self-care.
is the author of Small Stones from the River and Moon Full of Moons, which are about finding happiness after loss. In her Ripples of Kindness project, Kat leaves her books in public spaces worldwide. Kat is a mom and wife with a Ph.D. in biochemistry. Twitter /Instagram: @SongsOfKat.