Heavy Heart

I woke early to the news of the shootings in Atlanta that killed eight humans last night. Six Asian, Seven women. The perpetrator fired into massage parlors.

Massage parlors. Where people are given touch, intimacy. Where you lie your head down to sink into yourself. Where a massage worker cares for your body and tries to heal it. Where a worker is doing a job to support themselves, their family, wherever the family may be.

He shot a gun into a place of care.

Not a religious space, but certainly a sacred space.

Because a sacred space is where you feel cared for, where you let yourself be vulnerable, and where you connect to your body, your breath, your Chi...

Where you feel human and humbled.