You're going to be okay.

I took a friend with me to a sound healing session today. My new Long Beach flute teacher (is it fair to call her "new"? I've been seeing her for, I think, at least two years now?) is also a sound healer, and we had a private session in her studio.

My friend and I met because our boys went to the same preschool. Her son is about six months younger, and the two of them get along really well. She and I get along really well, too. 

I started doing this sound healing stuff kind of trepidatiously. Is that a word? I don't really know if I believe in it. There supposedly is science involved and people who really believe in it, but honestly, I've kept doing it because it's beautiful. And Lynda, my teacher, is very good at it. I believe in her, for sure. The rest of it will probably come along at some point. I like the actual music. I like the vibrations - not because of their cosmic meanings or whatever but I like music you can feel.

It's why my left knee always rests against the door in the car: so I can feel the bass in that speaker when I'm driving. 

(You know, this, my first blog post in ages, on a new site, is not really going very well. I'm not sure how I wanted this to read. Not like this, I guess.)

Anyway, my friend was very open to the whole experience, so we went. Lynda was awesome. My friend had a pretty deep experience, it turns out. I did not. I rarely do - I don't think this is anyone's fault. Well, maybe mine. I struggle with this whole "mindfulness" stuff - I try but I guess I don't try hard enough. But I got something out of it, and I remember laying there on the floor (protected by a super soft rug and a gorgeous handmade quilt), hoping my friend would enjoy it, thinking the thing I usually try to think when I'm anxious or nervous about something. That thing is "everything is okay," or some variation of that phrase. 

That happened this time. Except this time I was thinking it for my friend.

When we were done, she told me she could hear me saying that to her, in her head.

Now, whatever, that's crazy (crazy beautiful, crazy whatever)... but it was kind of a big deal for me. 

Somehow I helped this woman feel safe. I've done that with my son, and didn't really think twice about it. Keeping that kid safe is my job. I did it, probably badly, with my mother. But with someone like this - a woman I admire for all the things she's accomplished and her smarts and open heart and man, I don't know how else to describe it, what I see as her purity: I made her feel safe.

There's something really nice about that for me. I like it a lot.