Rockwall Body and Soul Massage

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09/30/2026

When I’m not massaging, I’m writing my heart out.

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09/30/2026

I like people like that.

I like people that book massages with me and wind up surprising me with sandwiches and chocolates.

I like people that make eye contact and hold my gaze.

I like people that have such a grateful vibe that I just know they would appreciate the little extra add on service I surprise them with at no cost.

I like people that place their shoes and bags out of my way so I don’t trip and fall.

I like people that tell others how good their massage felt.

I like people that get undressed and slide between the sheets and fall sound asleep because they trust me so much.

I like people that text me and let me know they are still living.

I like people that let me know when things have changed and not leave me wondering if I did something wrong.

I like people that give me hugs when they leave and when they see me.

I like people because people are created by Z God.

I like people who begin by blurting out something overly personal. I like people who aren’t afraid to walk around with a stain on their shirt. I like people who ugly laugh at their own jokes. I like people who give compliments to strangers in the grocery store and make friends when they’re washing their hands in the bathroom.

I like people who get passionate about ideas and excited about others’ success stories. I like people who live a little outside of the box, who march to the beat of their own drum, and who make it a mission to help those around them.

I like people who own their failures, and apologize easily. I like people who know who they are deep down inside, and let that person shine like crazy. I like people who tell the truth. I like people who can joke often and don’t take themselves too seriously.

I like people who love life so much they don’t make room for drama or petty behavior, only more love. I like people who like people. I like people who like books, and stupid tv shows, and who throw simple parties with pizza and paper plates.

I like people who stop by just to say hello, and bring your favorite Sonic drink with them. I like people who have their own opinions, but aren’t threatened by you having your own opinion as well.

I like people who laugh at their un-washed hair and admit when they forgot to brush their teeth. I like people who share all their favorite recipes, and let you try their favorite makeup before you buy it, and brag about getting their dress from the clearance rack.

I like people who ask for help. I like people who show up. I like people who don’t feel the need to show off. I like people who don’t pick up before you come over, and people who don’t pick fights where fights don’t belong.

I like people who say “bring whoever you want.” I like people who build bigger tables, and greet every single person with a warm hello, as if they have been best friends for years.

I like people whose eyes get bright when they talk about their passions, and people whose voice gets louder when they sing their favorite song. I like people who build businesses and who build up everyone around them.

I like people who aren’t perfect.

I like people who aren’t cool.

I like people who aren’t trying to keep up with everyone else.

I like people who aren’t trying to be someone they were never made to be.

I like people who are so real it hurts and it makes other people uncomfortable.

I love all people, but man, there’s a special place in my heart for the messy ones.

Love,

Amy Weatherly

09/29/2026

I read this and I felt the words deep in my soul.

I’m not a hair stylist, I’m a massage therapist, a bodywork and the things I do really can’t be seen by others.

It’s not hair and it’s not makeup.

Lord knows, I need help on those things myself,

But I’ve been the one to hold on to someone just after they were served divorce papers.

I’ve been the one to place my hands on the fresh bruise from an injury and tell her it will be okay.

I’ve held space for grieving parents that collapsed in tears on my table and finally slept for the first time in weeks.

I’ve been to the hospital, to the nursing home, during the birth.

I’ve held the hands and massaged oil into palms that used to hold others up but now only ache.

I’ve danced with some at their weddings, cried with others at the funerals of someone they loved.

When people come to me- I see it as a honor to be chosen and trusted with their body because I know and believe with all my heart that the touch the body receives is felt down to the very heart and mind.

Touch is sacred.
Relationships are precious.
Time is a gift.
Trust is essential.

And when you cut a person’s hair, you can cut into their heart, too.

I’ve left stylist’s chairs in tears because I felt unseen and unwanted even as they did the work.

I could have been one of the beauty school mannequins for all I felt.

And while makeup can be washed off and reapplied, the memory of a harsh application remains and when it’s done right, there’s something more beautiful than what is seen in the mirror- it’s the way the makeup makes you feel inside about yourself.

So I really understand why Dolly Parton trusted and wanted her hair stylist and makeup artist there- that bond went deep, way beyond what others see, down to what was felt by both of them.

And that’s all that it takes.

It’s something special, extraordinary and beautiful from the outside in.

I hope we all have relationships like that- where the bond is deeper than the holler.