Touch Therapy Workshop

Ivy

The retreat’s daily bulletin board message read: “Today’s session: Exploring the Power of Touch.”

Ivy squinted at it like it personally offended her.

“Sounds like a euphemism,” she muttered.

I grinned. “I hope it is.”

She swatted my arm, and unfortunately for her, it only made me grin wider.

We followed the group toward the Sun Room, a glass-walled space filled with light, succulents, yoga mats, and the ever-present scent of lavender. Willow stood in ...