I lay down on the massage table, ready for my treatment. Regularly, with ritual gaze, I found my way to the quiet arms of my dear friend and massage practitioner, Monicka Koneski. My mom had died and I really didn’t know what to do. My spirit was still scrolling the heavens, not ready to leave her side, but my body and mind told me it was time to work with the pain and the grief on this plane. And so, often, I showed up to the table to receive massage, compassionate care through the vital organ of the skin. Mostly, I cried while she worked on me. But I would always tell her to keep going, it was part of this process. Her strength and compassion to hold this tender space meant the world to me. I will be grateful forever.
This exchange was, and still is, medicine. Just like the medicine of a mama-bear embrace from a long time friend or the sweet snuggles from our honored pets, loving touch vibrates through the many layers of the skin into the deepest places. These places are the dwellings of tactile sensation and unresolved emotion and an important part of 5 sense therapy, hormonal balance and nervous system support.
Touch (or sparsha in S