For the Lore of It — Magic at The Tiny Home
I had decided to rent a beautiful tiny home with a lovely view of the ocean as my first vacation retreat. The fjords here give me many opportunities to hunt and find these little gems, nestled in the intense greens and blues of summer. Arriving was not easy. Not because the way there was hard, but because my body had been uncooperative for the week leading up to the much anticipated getaway. Topping it off, the day before, I got food poisoning. The extremely violent kind that makes one a bit delirious enough to think one could run errands and return home before it hit again. I gambled. I lost. Thankfully, with no witnesses, being able to keep at least some of my dignity. The dream of the tiny home, the view, and the hot tub in the garden fueled me to get through and, by morning, I was well enough to pack some basics and go.
By the time I pulled up to the place, I was bursting with gratitude. I had made it! Yes! I did not care if I would be eating only bananas, crackers, and apple sauce for the weekend. I arrived at the rest and relaxation I craved so much and the place was just as adorable as the pictures. It transmitted the kind of care one takes when every piece in it must be precious. Every detail in the home was carefully selected to give a vacation feel: beach tones and delicate yet rustic pieces of furniture that let the creative and loving soul that chose them shine through. I was starving and weak and breathed gratefully that I could lay me down to rest in the beautiful and peaceful surroundings.
My body awoke, with all the determination to take a hot bath and zero capacity to make it happen. The effort of putting on my bathing suit and venturing out into the garden, felt like I had just run a marathon. I knew exactly what I had to do: lift cover, get hose, rinse tub, fill tub, put wood in oven, fire it up. Easy. My body, however, gave me a loud “No!.” So, I just sat on the tub, looking out at the fjord, feeling into how nice the hot bath would feel.
“Hey there!” A friendly voice snapped me out of my fantasy and creeping frustration.
“Hi!” I turned around to greet the voice back.
“I´m Nick, the groundskeeper. How are you finding everything?”
I felt my eyes open more, needing a good moment to take him in and enjoy this vision for the first time. Short silver hair shining in the sun, and blue eyes to match the sea where I had, moments ago, been searching for strength. They were perfectly framed by thick eyebrows and a slender nose balanced by a broad beautiful smile. A sleeve of tattoos decorate his right arm, part of a body that has been obviously well cared for. Not bulky, but defined, lean, and strong with that very characteristic Nordic tan. I was delighted, and I did not have the energy to keep a neutral expression.
“It is beautiful, thanks!” I meant everything. Everything. The home, the view, him… “I was just having a moment.” I added, feeling a little clumsy.
“Oh, I do not mean to interrupt, carry on. Just let me know if you need anything at all. That´s my door.” He pointed up, next to the outdoor shower, diagonal to the tub. Only a few steps away, but maybe too long for me today. I would not be able to go and ask. My mouth decided to join my body on strike for a moment. I wanted him to stay, fire up the tub for me, and…get in. I must have broadcast my wishes with my face.
“Perhaps, before I go, you would like me to get the tub ready for you?”
The pause button lifted, “Oh, that would be lovely, thank you.”
“Sure! One more thing, I´ll be right back.” He went through his door and reappeared with one of those uber fluffy bathrobes. “You can wear this if you like.”
To be wrapped in such soft fabric! How could I not. I sank into the open bathrobe and I let myself be wrapped in it. Cozy. I had a seat while he worked on the tub and became curious of his choice to be a groundskeeper. Most people here do what they like.
“I am an engineer by profession, but I am experimenting a bit. I feel my life is going in a different direction perhaps. You think I may have a future as a pool boy?” He gave me a cheeky smile, while he got the tub ready.
“We´ll see after my bath.” I followed the game.
“I better do a good job then!” He was almost ready with the bath. “How about some tea? Music?”
“Yes to both, thank you!” How did I land this place? Thank you Spirit, I needed to be nurtured back to myself today.
As he set the tea down, he knelt and offered a hand to lead me into the bath. I was tickled by the gesture, took the offer and settled into the tub. We gazed into each others eyes for a peaceful moment and he kissed my hand gently, which made me feel warm already.
“I can tell you like being served. Enjoy.” He put my hand in the tub carefully before walking back to his door.
I do enjoy being served, pampered. Did the pool boy give foot massages? Now I was getting greedy. I decided to sit in gratitude and allow myself to take in the moment. Just what I needed. My stomach was still rumbling from the previous day´s excitement and the warmth was easing the cramps.
Moments later, I heard the shower and had to turn around to lock eyes with the beautiful creature that greeted and served me earlier.
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“I love this outside showerhead. Don´t mind me, it´s just that time of day.”
Before I could get second thoughts, I blurted: “There is room for one more here, pool boy.”
“Oh…I don´t know if the pool boy is allowed in the tub with a guest.” He came around and stood at the foot of the tub. Good enough, I could just admire this beauty.
“I would not want to get you in trouble,” I mumbled a bit disapointed.
I am starting to feel like I have seen a movie with a similar scene, which gave me hope. This time, nonetheless, the movie was my life.
“Actually, I checked in with the boss. So, maybe…I can bend the rules a little for a special guest?” He explained that he was married and they had an agreement to check in with one another before getting closer with someone new. I thanked him for his honesty, and disclosed my partnerships as well. I invited him in, and, bit by bit, he got to my level.
The shift in energy was obvious. No more funny chatter. Just deep breaths and more gazing into each others´ eyes. Two souls recognizing their oneness, no guards. I did not need them and felt completely embraced. Sitting together in that warm tub was absurdly delicious. Not “chemistry,” but something deeper was connecting us then and there. Spirit. Magic.
My body takes over, moved to reach across and drip water on his well-defined shoulders. He leans his head back, enjoying each drop. I observe as they run down, tracing an open and strong chest. I can´t get any closer, but I suddenly want to feel his torso against mine and be wrapped by his strong arms.
He reaches his tattooed arm and massages my scalp, just enough to say “I got you.” The tub is now getting too warm. Or is it us?
“Would you like some more tea?” He slowly lets go of my head and gets up. With not much water left in the tub, I stand up as well. Once outside, he opened the cozy robe again to welcome me, his arms wrapping around me like I had fantasized earlier.
“Thank you,” I smiled, now looking up at his handsome face, melting.
“At your service. Would you like me to bring you tea outside, or…?”
I am getting a bit cold outside the tub, so I suggest we go back to the tiny home. Once there, he set our tea cups on the table, ready for a chat, since we had barely met. But, somehow, our bodies ended up in a deep embrace, just holding one another and breathing each other in.
When we came back to, the cold tea on my lips tickled a laugh out of me: “Hah! Wow! We were gone for a little while there, weren´t we?”
He was looking back at me, enamoured, suddenly devoted, in complete worship. “I don´t know where we went, but that was amazing.”
I have felt that hug ever since. We allowed ourselves to be a channel for oneness. The rest of the evening, in that cozy home, we practiced being present, following each others´ rhythms, feeling, exploring everything for the first time, savouring each second. No expectations, but open to everything that could be then and there. We flowed with care and deep breaths, allowing ourselves to love. Some times, his energy flow was so strong I had to use my hands to guide it outward until it was balanced, so I could receive again. From the outside, it may have looked like I was placing a spell on him.
“You have touched a part of me that had never been open, thank you,” he massaged the back of my head gently, slowly, not wanting to mess up my curls as we again gazed into each others´eyes.
“I felt the exact moment when it opened,” I admitted in wonder.
I had actually felt it earlier, as I pulled energy from his chest and released it to balance. It was something very powerful that I would need much more writing knowhow to explain in the confines of words.
After this beautiful evening, the exchange of energy through text has been like nothing I have experienced before. The loving messages, the back and forth, the songs, the beautiful pictures, and planning our next meetings. We have now traveled to a Tantra festival, which added chapters to our story in a few days. We have chosen to walk together, grow together, and help one another build a life of presence and delight. Not a whim, a conscious choice to hold a special place and time to practice the art of loving in the moment and to connect with one another.
His messages, always thoughtful, remind me that there are others out there who, like me, process in word. Receiving his beautiful messages always make me smile. One lazy Sunday, I opened one that read: “While we wait to see each other again, enjoy this beautiful choir music. I heard this cover for the first time today. I actually felt love rushing through my veins.” I opened the link and, as I listened, I could feel it too.
Because I am still healing, a little voice from the past tried to creep in and close my heart. This time, I noticed, it seemed very faint. My goddess stepped in quickly, compassionate and strong, and she drowned out any doubt. Tears of gratitude flowing freely down my face, I could hear her clearly:
“You deserve this.”
