Vitality now!

Yesterday, a friend and i attended the Vitality Show at Earl's Court. I arrived there first, deciding to wait inside the foyer to the massive exhibition centre, as the outside was crowded with mainly women, smoking cigarettes. Vitality, indeed.
The funniest thing we saw was a man massaging a woman, who was face down in a massage chair, oblivious, whilst he read his texts with the other hand.
I decided to have an Indian head massage, £5 for 7 mins. 7 mins seemed like an auspicious amount of time and the diminuitive Indian man seemed nice, so i waited, whilst a wild haired woman finished her turn, my goodie bags weighing my shoulders down, thinking, i just want them to feel light again. How long would that take? What would that even feel like?
My turn now, i take a seat on the plastic chair, in this busy venue, and close my eyes. I can hear the combined noise as a dull roar, like the ocean, in the distance. He starts on my shoulders, dear goodness, i want to ask him, how much would it cost for forever? Regretfully, he moves onto my head, alternating discomfort with soothing rhythms, i can feel my hair is all over the place, and now i am the wild haired one. And then, all too soon, he puts his palms in front of my eyes, and the strangest thing happens. I go from having the awareness of the bright artificial lighting outside of my eyelids to a seeing a burst of the deepest indigo, the most beautiful dark blue, covering everything. I feel the warmth leave as he removes his hands, back to brightness and i wonder if it had been my imagination. But his hands return, and the same colour appears, vivid and rich and encompassing.
Afterwards when i ask him about the colour, he tells me that some people see dark blue or purple, and when he's holding his hands like that, he is transferring positive energy from the Universe. We speak some more, and i learn that he is a priest at weekends, and for a moment i want to sit at his feet and learn the things that he has to teach. I want to see colours again.
But i say thankyou, and move on.
Later, we are having shiatsu massages, a wonderful woman with her white hair cut into a neat bob works on me, i can feel her loving energy, truly. It hurts when she presses my arms, but i think, she's so nice, i don't want to tell her. How female of me. So i breathe through the pain, because i know it will soon be over. I tell her afterwards, and she says that the meridian along the arms spiritually relates to the barriers we put up to protect our hearts, and was there any reason i was protecting my heart...?
I have always protected my heart, or at least, for as long as i can remember. But it strikes me now, that i don't need to do that anymore. That it's my pressing work, at this stage of my life, to actually open it...