In both sessions the gentle, tenderness of your touch evoked a deep sensitivity. In the first, the one on the sofa, this conjured up memories of the magic, freedom and wonder of childhood, before the ‘coarseness’ of all the superimposed ideas about how I was ‘supposed’ to be took hold. In the second, when lying down, the sensitivity gave rise to a sadness for how we ignore the boundless joy of being and seemingly lock ourselves up in a straight jacket of physical tension and mental suffering. This sadness was couched within a deeper sense of utter contentment and even laughter at the wonder of it all.