Touch Me, Maybe. ~ Amy Taylor

Via Amy Taylor
on Feb 10, 2013
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Source: via Michele on Pinterest
Source: via Michele on Pinterest

Recently, I wrote about my problem with hands-on adjustments.

I’ve (almost) never enjoyed them; some have been deeply disturbing, seeming to threaten the taut threads that hold my body and heart in place.

I was surprised to learn that some students—and teachers—shared my sentiments. I waited for someone to tell me that I was wrong.

Yoga teachers have to touch…right?

But, no, many did not; others claimed to use touch only with great care and discretion.

Still, I kept waiting for someone to tell me that I needed to change my view, and why. Somewhere inside, I wanted this push.

Eventually, the criticism began to seep out, some as aggressive as the pushes on my hips. And then one man gently reminded me of a simple truth.

Touch is connection.

Without exactly saying so, he suggested that my issues with touch might have deeper underpinnings. True, some teachers could be more sensitive but perhaps pointing a finger at them only broadened the gulf between us.

His words lit me up; I knew he had a point and I loved him for making it—he didn’t blame or insult me for my feelings, just gently questioned why I wouldn’t allow myself to open to the wondrous possibilities of touch.

Why couldn’t I connect?

His question turned cartwheels inside me, stirring up excitement and fear.

Then, I picked up the book on my nightstand and found these words waiting for me in Katrina Kenison’s magical journey: An Apprenticeship in Contentment.

“Touch is love made manifest,”  writes the mother and yogini, “a way to connect not only human to human and skin to skin, but also with our universal life force, with that eternal, all-encompassing energy that unites us, that infuses us with life, that reminds us that we are indeed all one and the world is a hospitable place to be.”

Well, crap.

She’s right, of course; by denying myself touch—and refusing to touch you—I am hunkering behind walls rather than breaking them down.

I am hoarding my energy and hiding from yours. But why?

I don’t think I need to mine my childhood for hidden horrors; I think I know why I do this.

I’m scared.

Scared of rejection. Scared of my feelings, and yours. Scared of my body, and yours. Scared one of us might cry, giggle, get turned on, fart or worse. Scared to be real.

Scared to fully live.

I feel most alive when I’m close to my husband. He’s not much of a toucher, either, but oh how I love his touch. This afternoon, I curled up next to him; he smoothed the hair away from my temple, traced my earlobe and then trailed his fingers around to the nape of my neck.

I purred.

Once, I had a lovely friend and teacher who caressed my shoulders, face and neck with eucalyptus and lavender scented hands as I floated in savasana to the haunting chords of Jeff Buckley’s “Hallelujah.”

That memory lives in my cells; I loved her adjustments and I loved her. The bliss she brought floated within me like a bubble—it buoyed me.

I feel it still, though she and the studio are long gone. She made it safe for me to relax and allow her tenderness to touch mine.

When she moved away, I tried to imitate her movements in my classes but felt I fell short; I couldn’t do it the way she did. Students seemed to appreciate my efforts but I felt awkward and so I stopped.

The truth? I do want to be touched. I want to connect. Of course I do.

And I want to learn to be comfortable with touching my students, when it’s wanted—when it’s holy and helpful rather than forceful.

I’m not there yet but this exploration has brought me closer.

Closer to that place where—one of these days—I’ll plunge into the sea of humanity and learn how to swim.


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Ed: Bryonie Wise


About Amy Taylor

Amy Taylor writes about parenting, yoga and other journeys for, GaiamTV, elephant journal and others. Find her biweekly columns here. She completed 200-hour YTT at CITYOGA in Indianapolis in 2008 and teaches classes for all ages at  Community Yoga. When she's not writing or practicing yoga, Amy loves to read, research and have adventures with her husband and twin sons. Follow her on Twitter.


8 Responses to “Touch Me, Maybe. ~ Amy Taylor”

  1. jcc says:

    I'm glad to read this. When I read your first post about it, I wanted you to get to this place…I hoped that you would get here (and actually you got here quickly!).

    Touch is absolutely personal and often scary… and you need to be comfortable with it for *you*; not anyone else. As a massage therapist, I experience touch every day, and yes it is very powerful and can be wonderful. But as a survivor of sexual assault, I have also felt first-hand the negative power of touch, and am well aware of it. I believe we have all felt threatened by unwanted touch…

    Thanks for sharing this. It was a really nice follow-up to your previous post. Namaste. 🙂

  2. Amy says:

    Thanks for your comment, jcc. It's a complex issue, for sure. I didn't enjoy the only professional massage I've had but believe it could be transformative under the right conditions. I am definitely open to learning and growing. Namaste. 🙂

  3. Carolyn Riker says:

    Amy, this touched my heart.

  4. Amy says:

    Thank you for letting me know, Carolyn! I appreciate your kindness and support!

  5. Jann says:

    WOW! So glad you wrote this new post. When I read the first one I was "shocked" because I love an appropriate assist, adjustment. I was in a hurry that day to get to yoga so I wanted to wait and write a fair response. Thank you for reposting, thank you for sharing, thank you for opening "you" to us. TOUCH is sooooooooooo important. I think those in yoga teacher trainings should learn how and when to touch. Namaste and Love 🙂

  6. Amy says:

    Thank you, Jann. I am afraid I may always be on the other side of the comfort zone when it comes to being touched by someone with whom I'm not intimate but I am open to the possibility of change. I would have appreciated more education in this area in my training but I still think teachers should be aware that touch can be overwhelming and upsetting for some students.

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