The opportunity to share with others how I have been transformed as a result of dedicating my life to art can happen in the most unlikely of places.
In fact, the most unlikely of those places happened just this week: The esthetician’s table whilst getting a Brazilian bikini wax.
I am no stranger to this extreme beauty practice.
After all, I come from the country that prides itself on inventing this type of waxing to encourage the use of the teeny weeny bikinis found all over Brazil.
So, as I lay back on the table and waited for the session to commence, I knew exactly what was to come: Pain. (If you've ever wondered what the term "Beauty Hurts" or "No Pain No Gain" means, I suggest you get a Brazilian)
A combination of meditation and deep breathing are the only things that keep me jumping off the table and running for dear life. That, and the prospect of enjoying my time at the lake without a razor in sight.
Thankfully, this woman is a pro. I’m convinced she can wax anyone and anything with her eyes closed.
As we begin, she attempts to distract me by asking questions: The first question is the most obvious: What nationality am I? (She guesses I am Italian due to the um… colour and “vitality” of my hair) This question is followed by:
When did I come to Canada? Is my family here? Have I always lived in Canada since? Have I been back to Brazil? Am I married? Do I have any kids? Do I have a boyfriend? Do I want to get married? Does he want to get married? Do I want kids? Does he want kids? What do I do for a living?
It’s safe to assume that halfway through the session this woman knew me pretty well. That, and the fact that I am laying on her table spread eagle.
She is a lovely woman and I like her instantly.
As I share bits and pieces of my story – with as much composure I can muster as my hairs are being ripped out of me – she begins to tell me her own.
I listen intently as she shares with me her some pretty intimate details of her life. Oh how I wish we had been sitting across from each other – fully clothed – with a cup of hot tea in hand instead of the hot wax!
My reactions would not have included: Inappropriate silences and breath holding, involuntary leg twitches, groans and sweaty palms.
Come to think of it, maybe she is used to this?
Although the situation was not an ideal one for me, I shrugged off of the fact that I would much rather do this in a different setting and attempted to make a lasting connection this lovely woman.
Finally hair free and able to breathe normally once again, I hugged my new friend.
Don't be afraid to share your light and your beauty with others where ever you are. The world needs more people to engage in meaningful connection and exchange. We owe it to each other, we owe it to ourselves.
And so what if it happens to be on the esthetician's table? Talk about getting vulnerable in a hurry!
Happy Friday everyone.
This blog was created to share my belief that the art-making process is a catalyst for transformation and
I am living proof.