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- BlogDear Reader: Welcome to my very first blog! This blog represents the next step of faith in a journey I never could have imagined ten years ago, a path full of unexpected turns, rich discoveries and shared connections—personal connections to some of you who might be reading at this very moment, as well as a larger sense of shared practice, kinship, and brotherhood with many of you whom I will never meet. What I now call “Touch Practice” began as an effort to explore and heal my own body. I thought of it as something I created, something invented or made up, just for me. I slowly realized that while it was profoundly healing for me, it also seemed to have tremendous benefit for others, and so it became something for “we” rather than something just for “me.” I began to think of Touch Practice as a form of partnership. Next, I understood that something I imagined I had created or invented myself actually existed before I found it—Touch Practice is more accurately something I discovered, something I became aware of rather than creating. I came to understand that this aspect of touch has probably existed in an infinite variety…
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Checkout Time: Touch Practice and Dissociation
One of the wonderful things that can happen during a Touch Practice session is that the person I am working with becomes so comfortable and relaxed, he drifts off to sleep and naps while I hold him. Sometimes it is actual sleep, complete with purring, …
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Holding the Enemy
1My favorite moment in my undergraduate ethics class came one day during this exchange: “How many of you feel that killing other people is evil?” (all hands went up) “How many of you feel that Hitler was an evil person?” (all hands went up) “If you …
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Old Enough to Be Your Dad
Those of you familiar with my story know that Touch Practice began as a kind of “hobby” for me, a personal indulgence. It did not begin with the name it has now; instead, I and a few close friends kept referring to it as “my hugging …
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