Hugs, Touches and Lotions
Jul. 21st, 2011 11:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cedar_groveFrom The Book of Awakening: Having the Life You Want by Being Present to the Life You Have.
Beneath all language, touch is the common gesture, the energy that connects all that lives inside us with all that lives outside us
I've always been a very touchy feely kind of person. I like to touch, and be touched, I like to feel that human connection, it's comforting to me. Nothing like curling up with someone, nothing like snuggling down to watch a movie, or holding hands or… any of a number of other little everyday touches. Why then doesn't it happen enough?
Perhaps that's why I enjoy massaging, anointing dry skin with lotion or all the other little things that we share. It's why pulling away is a worst kind of hurt to me than just about any other kind of hurt. It's why, if you're hurt or upset, the chances are high that I'll reach out to touch rather than offer words of comfort. I'm not very good at those anyway, but a touch, yes, I can do that and convey so much more than I would if I spoke.
The other day I had a moment of 'lost plotness.' All I wanted was to have a hug. It was important to me to be held. It wasn't that I didn't feel loved, I did. I always do, but I just needed that touch, that wordlessness of comfort that allowed me a moment to recentre and find my balance again. Still not entirely sure what started it all… mingled frustrations, overtiredness (I hadn't slept well the night before), or whatever else. I needed a hug. It wasn't pretty.
Touch bleeds the heart of its pressure.
Beneath all language, touch is the common gesture, the energy that connects all that lives inside us with all that lives outside us
I've always been a very touchy feely kind of person. I like to touch, and be touched, I like to feel that human connection, it's comforting to me. Nothing like curling up with someone, nothing like snuggling down to watch a movie, or holding hands or… any of a number of other little everyday touches. Why then doesn't it happen enough?
Perhaps that's why I enjoy massaging, anointing dry skin with lotion or all the other little things that we share. It's why pulling away is a worst kind of hurt to me than just about any other kind of hurt. It's why, if you're hurt or upset, the chances are high that I'll reach out to touch rather than offer words of comfort. I'm not very good at those anyway, but a touch, yes, I can do that and convey so much more than I would if I spoke.
The other day I had a moment of 'lost plotness.' All I wanted was to have a hug. It was important to me to be held. It wasn't that I didn't feel loved, I did. I always do, but I just needed that touch, that wordlessness of comfort that allowed me a moment to recentre and find my balance again. Still not entirely sure what started it all… mingled frustrations, overtiredness (I hadn't slept well the night before), or whatever else. I needed a hug. It wasn't pretty.
