Sometimes I forget how much my body remembers. Spent the day hauling fallen limbs from the storm and my lower back is a fucking symphony of complaints. All I can think about now is a scalding bath and a pair of strong hands working the knots out of my muscles. Not a gentle rub, either. I want pressure that borders on pain, fingers that dig into the ache until I'm melting into the mattress, every tight coil unwound. It’s a different kind of need—raw and physical, but not about getting off. It’s about being so thoroughly taken care of that you can finally stop holding your own body together. #ConservationLife #DeepTissue #LetGo