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The Church of Bodywork
By Douglas Toft
Published by Spasm and Honey
Distributed by Simon & Schuster
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About The Book
In Doug Toft's page-turning novel the Church of Bodywork, a long-married couple discovers that when bodywork, desire, and spiritual awakening collide, sex turns into a spiritual practice and intimacy into a form of revelation.
The Church of Bodywork is an erotically charged literary novel about sex, spirituality, and marriage.
After years of sitting on cushions and chasing insight, Greg, devoted husband, father of two teenage daughters, and longtime Buddhist practitioner, comes to believe that transcendence has pulled him out of his life rather than deeper into it. Seeking a more embodied spiritual path, Greg turns instead to therapeutic bodywork, treating touch as a form of meditation and the body as sacred ground.
As Greg receives massage from a series of bodyworkers, each offering a distinct doorway into sensation, vulnerability, and presence, he begins to experience non-duality not as an abstract teaching, but as a lived, physical reality. When he settles into regular sessions with Noelle, a gifted and enigmatic practitioner, the boundary between therapy, spirituality, and erotic awakening begins to blur. What unfolds transforms not only Greg’s relationship to his own body, but also his marriage.
Greg’s wife, Susie, finds their sex life unexpectedly revitalized. When Susie insists on meeting Noelle herself, the novel takes a startling turn, drawing all three characters into an intimate, destabilizing exploration of desire, devotion, mortality, and truth. As touch opens long-held armor, the couple is forced to confront the deepest questions of commitment: What does fidelity mean when awakening dissolves certainty? Can marriage survive radical honesty? And what happens when spiritual insight is felt not in the mind, but in the flesh?
Bold, provocative, and psychologically astute, The Church of Bodywork explores later-in-life sexuality, sacred intimacy, and the limits of transcendence-oriented spirituality. In prose that is both sensuous and unsparing, the novel treats sex not as escape or indulgence, but as a site of grace, where boundries falls away and meaning is encountered directly, through skin, breath, and presence.
The Church of Bodywork is an erotically charged literary novel about sex, spirituality, and marriage.
After years of sitting on cushions and chasing insight, Greg, devoted husband, father of two teenage daughters, and longtime Buddhist practitioner, comes to believe that transcendence has pulled him out of his life rather than deeper into it. Seeking a more embodied spiritual path, Greg turns instead to therapeutic bodywork, treating touch as a form of meditation and the body as sacred ground.
As Greg receives massage from a series of bodyworkers, each offering a distinct doorway into sensation, vulnerability, and presence, he begins to experience non-duality not as an abstract teaching, but as a lived, physical reality. When he settles into regular sessions with Noelle, a gifted and enigmatic practitioner, the boundary between therapy, spirituality, and erotic awakening begins to blur. What unfolds transforms not only Greg’s relationship to his own body, but also his marriage.
Greg’s wife, Susie, finds their sex life unexpectedly revitalized. When Susie insists on meeting Noelle herself, the novel takes a startling turn, drawing all three characters into an intimate, destabilizing exploration of desire, devotion, mortality, and truth. As touch opens long-held armor, the couple is forced to confront the deepest questions of commitment: What does fidelity mean when awakening dissolves certainty? Can marriage survive radical honesty? And what happens when spiritual insight is felt not in the mind, but in the flesh?
Bold, provocative, and psychologically astute, The Church of Bodywork explores later-in-life sexuality, sacred intimacy, and the limits of transcendence-oriented spirituality. In prose that is both sensuous and unsparing, the novel treats sex not as escape or indulgence, but as a site of grace, where boundries falls away and meaning is encountered directly, through skin, breath, and presence.
Excerpt
At first Susie looked normal. She blinked and breathed and parted her lips in ways that I’d seen a thousand times before. She was unmistakably Susie.
After a while, though, she seemed new to me, like someone I’d met only a moment before. There was so much about her that I’d never noticed — the intricate patterns of her face. I saw the pores of her skin, the slant of her eyebrows, the creases around her eyes, and the wrinkles on her lips. Her eyes revealed things she would not, or could not, tell me. I suddenly realized how much I had to learn about her.
Eventually I gave up any notion of two people staring at each other. There was just seeing, awareness with no location, not confined to a body.
That would have been enough. But the practice would not stop there.
Gradually all my accounts with consensual reality started closing, one by one.
Everything I saw — Susie, the wall behind her — changed into a scene from a movie. It was all light and shadows splashed on a screen. I was an actor and the audience. Everything was real and unreal.
My life is completely off the rails. I need to see Noelle. I need her to touch me and teach me things.
I send Noelle a text: When is the soonest you can see me?
She replies, telling me to come to her new studio the following afternoon. She gives me the address and a time to show up.
I get there fifteen minutes early. It’s a small office building close to Lake of the Isles, nestled among old-money mansions. On the front window on one side of the building I see a sign: A Touch of Noelle. Next door is the Adyashanti Cafe. There’s a menu taped to its window. One of the features is primordial pizza.
I open Noelle’s door and am greeted by thick curtains, velvety and black. I fumble to find the place where they part and then step through them.
Next I’m confronted by dozens of dangling strings hanging from the ceiling — long skeins of tiny glass beads, crystals, and chimes. They refract light from the next room, sparkling and tinkling as I slowly step through.
After a while, though, she seemed new to me, like someone I’d met only a moment before. There was so much about her that I’d never noticed — the intricate patterns of her face. I saw the pores of her skin, the slant of her eyebrows, the creases around her eyes, and the wrinkles on her lips. Her eyes revealed things she would not, or could not, tell me. I suddenly realized how much I had to learn about her.
Eventually I gave up any notion of two people staring at each other. There was just seeing, awareness with no location, not confined to a body.
That would have been enough. But the practice would not stop there.
Gradually all my accounts with consensual reality started closing, one by one.
Everything I saw — Susie, the wall behind her — changed into a scene from a movie. It was all light and shadows splashed on a screen. I was an actor and the audience. Everything was real and unreal.
My life is completely off the rails. I need to see Noelle. I need her to touch me and teach me things.
I send Noelle a text: When is the soonest you can see me?
She replies, telling me to come to her new studio the following afternoon. She gives me the address and a time to show up.
I get there fifteen minutes early. It’s a small office building close to Lake of the Isles, nestled among old-money mansions. On the front window on one side of the building I see a sign: A Touch of Noelle. Next door is the Adyashanti Cafe. There’s a menu taped to its window. One of the features is primordial pizza.
I open Noelle’s door and am greeted by thick curtains, velvety and black. I fumble to find the place where they part and then step through them.
Next I’m confronted by dozens of dangling strings hanging from the ceiling — long skeins of tiny glass beads, crystals, and chimes. They refract light from the next room, sparkling and tinkling as I slowly step through.
Product Details
- Publisher: Spasm and Honey (September 22, 2026)
- Length: 192 pages
- ISBN13: 9781591813699
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Raves and Reviews
Packed with timeless wisdom and sprinkled with brilliant touches of humor, Doug Toft’s The Church of Bodywork is a marvel. A tale of bodywork as sacred, spiritual practice, this book presents massage as meditation and as a pathway to the soul. In my 40 years as a psychologist and educator, I have come to see that the heartbeat of humanity is connection—connecting with oneself, others, and something greater via truth, vulnerability, and emotional intimacy. Though fictional, The Church of Bodywork is a profound demonstration of doing so.
– Tom Glaser, MS, LP, Amazon bestselling author of Th
In The Church of Bodywork, Doug Toft explores the sometimes violent process of transformation and the unexpected grace that can be found in total surrender. It’s a profound meditation on the divine silence beneath the noise of our daily lives and a bold, moving novel.
– Kevin Powers
Forget what you think you know about spiritual practice. It isn't about sitting quietly. It's about feeling everything, including what scares you. This book is embodied spirituality at its most dangerous edge.
– Kris Jennings, author of Inspired by Fear
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The Church of Bodywork
By Douglas Toft
Published by Spasm and Honey
Distributed by Simon & Schuster
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