Tonight I had my first “skin-on” contact of my massage class. It was kind of terrifying. I think I have a reasonable aptitude for touch, but my brain really wanted to “get it right” this first time. By the end of 20 minutes worth of some basic back massage strokes my legs were on fire, my brow was dripping, and my brain was shot. Not to sound too spacey, but there really is a lot more to this stuff than just touching. There is connection, care, and an empathic tendancy to this sort of work.

Granted, there is also homework. Ick.