{"id":5493,"date":"2022-01-04T11:30:11","date_gmt":"2022-01-04T09:30:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/inannajustice.com\/?post_type=temoignages&p=5493"},"modified":"2023-11-13T17:14:32","modified_gmt":"2023-11-13T16:14:32","slug":"absence-presence-2021","status":"publish","type":"temoignages","link":"https:\/\/inannajustice.com\/en\/temoignages\/absence-presence-2021\/","title":{"rendered":"From absence to presence"},"content":{"rendered":"
The session begins with the contact of your hands on my skin<\/strong>. Firm and delicate at the same time, they immediately invite me to the letting go<\/strong> and show me that I'm in your space, here and now, where only your presence counts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n You then place me in a hammock, immobilized at the upper body and ankle level, where time becomes suspended. Deprived of sight, I can only imagine your gestures, your gaze. You direct a movement that makes me feel as if I'm on a swing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It's a poetic, soothing movement, full of affection<\/strong>. And I'm plunged into an almost meditative torpor, face to face with myself, with a stream of thoughts that vanish in the grace of the present moment. I'm barely aware of your absence, which isn't really an absence at all... I can't see you, I can't feel you, but I know you're silently observing the scene, the slightest nuance of my reactions and my breathing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Everything now seems slower, deeper, and as you approach again, each touch reveals a poignant, unexpected intensity. When your knees discreetly brush my thighs, I shudder. And when your hands energetically grasp my breast, I can't help but surrender to your determination.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At the end of this sequence, I'm no longer aware of the gravity of time passing. A new form of immobilization<\/strong> follows the previous one: this time, my whole body is restricted, as if in suspension. I observe my breath, a serenity that settles in with this vulnerability<\/strong> that reveals itself. And again, I know you're with me, even if I'm disorientated by a changing inner and outer environment. All that remains is the pulse of music, the perception of a space almost outside the world.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then your body takes hold of mine again, releasing it for an instant to compose a tactile, carnal choreography<\/strong>a ballet of sensations. You handle cords<\/strong> with ease and dexterity, and I soon find myself on my stomach, your foot holding me down. This posture gradually brings me back to a more vivid reality, the contact with the earth having a comforting dimension in its extreme humility.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A few moments later, I'm finally standing in front of you, immersed in your gaze, and you're inviting me to offer my back to your games of impact. I know I can tell you if the intensity seems too much, but the most important thing for me at this moment is sharing. My long-restrained body seems to be gradually warming up, freeing itself from tension, and simply living.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The session ends in a new reclining posture, which represents a transition before leaving your space. The contradiction between brain and body made its mark on me at this point. I don't feel as if several hours have passed, yet I feel deep within me the weight and emotions of experience<\/strong>. It takes me several minutes to take in the complexity of this state of mind, and I know you're always there to welcome and offer the possibility of opening up to yourself and to others.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<\/figure>\n\n\n\n