It's mesmerizing. Hypnotic.

I've become a masseuse. A massage therapist. An amateur. But maybe I'm better than a professional. I use my hands to calm someone. With massage. Gentle. Tender. Sometimes, like a caress. I learned the art when my dear Jeanne had Alzheimer's. I looked for ways to sooth her. To reach her. Through touch. Massage. Of the legs. The feet. The arms. The hands. The back. The shoulders. The face. The scalp. Everywhere. Giving a massage to a loved one. It can be so very satisfying. For me. To be able to bring about peace and tranquility and contentment. One can massage not only with one's hands. But with one's voice. With a whisper. With words of affection. It's mesmerizing. Hypnotic. --Jim Broede