On the night before Christmas, I sit with you near, no fixing, no rushing, no urgency here.
The world has grown quieter, the light soft and low, and finally, beloved body, we both begin to slow.
I know what you have carried, the weight and the strain, the silent endurance of unspoken pain.
You tightened and held when the days asked for more, you stayed ever ready though weary and sore.
So tonight I bring presence instead of asking for repair, I offer you time and unburdened care.
Let warmth find the places that hid from the light, let fascia remember how softness feels right.
Let breath move deeper, unforced and unled, let vigilance rest, and the nervous threads shed.
I ask nothing of you but rest in this space, where healing arrives at a gentler pace.
Tomorrow will stir you with motion and sound, but tonight you are wrapped where stillness is found.
With gratitude glowing in candlelit fire, I honor the work born of your love and desire.
So soften, dear body, the night holds you tight, wrapped in peace, and in light, this oh holy night.
Merry Christmas, Dear Friends!
- The Body Artisan
