Douglas Bain MacKenzie

Dear Doug, I will never forget the first time I had a session with you at canyon ranch. I was so completely delighted! Your presence! Your sensitivity! Your hands! Your way of being! Melted through the armor of my fears and protective barriers. From that day on I was in your fan club. And we had scheduled to meet for a day long visit a month before you left us. You will forever be the somatic angel in my memory streams of loving sensitive and healing presence. We lost a somatic genius when...

Condolences to all who loved Doug. Including me. He was my cousin. We became close later in life. I was grateful to come to know him as a friend and cousin. We vaguely looked alike. The life we have is made up, partly, on what we focus on. Doug focused on interesting things. I miss him. I miss his eclectic perspective and that big Mackenzie/Fisk HEART he cultivated, like watering a plant just enough through his devotion to Indian drumming. He had been touched spiritually, and he...

Wesleyan 1988. That was the day Doug gently pushed me back in a chair, and my whole body relaxed. Hadn't even realized I was holding the tension. He was a great spirit.