Linda’s hands understand me. They sense my pain and my tension, and though they are petite they are powerful, able to apply many pounds of pressure to knots between muscles that need to be pressed and rubbed and melted away. They are also kind and caring, resting for patient, thoughtful seconds on my shoulders, my neck, my back to reassure me that she is still there and still working on me. She’s just letting the muscles have a moment to realize they don’t have to tense up anymore – they can let go. All is well now.