twenty seven

never underestimate the power of the human touch.

I am a hugger. a hand-holder. a contact person.

I try not to get inside your bubble. your personal space. but sometimes I am helpless against the gesture. it is part of how I communicate. I need that physical contact. to connect. to make a point. to emphasize. to empathize.

I saw a friend yesterday. the meeting was strange. out of sorts. and it later occurred to me that we didn’t hug as we usually do. and it left me wanting. the absence of that one loving friendly gesture left me sadly empty.

I read somewhere that ‘you are not here to save the world but you are here to touch the hands that are within your reach’. too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, simply the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn an attitude or an entire life around.

peace.