Ayurveda and The Healing Art of Touch

The Sacred Touch

I lay down on the massage table, ready for my treatment.

Regularly, with a ritual gaze and quiet surrender, I returned to the arms of my dear friend and massage practitioner, Monicka. My mom had recently died, and I really didn’t know what to do. My spirit was still scrolling the heavens, unwilling to leave her side, but my body and mind whispered: Stay. Heal. Begin.

So I came to the table, again and again, to receive. I didn’t come for “pampering” or physical relaxation alone. I came for medicine — the kind that moves through skin, sinew, and soul. I cried almost every time Monicka touched me. But I always told her to keep going. It was part of the process.

Her strength, her presence, her compassion to hold this raw, tender space — it meant the world to me. And I will be grateful forever.

Body/Mind/Spirit Alchemy

This exchange was more than bodywork — it was healing in its truest sense. It reminded me of the medicine held in a mama-bear embrace from a lifelong friend, or the quiet snuggles from our honored pets. Loving touch vibrates through the many layers of the skin and speaks to the places we don’t always know how to reach: the dwellings of stored emotion, the nervous system’s whispering channels, the sacred junction where sensation meets story.