I am compelled to touch people. All my life, I have believed
in the power of the human touch to heal, to soothe, to communicate. So, it’s a
natural thing with me, just part of my being. I may put my hand on your
shoulder, your arm, or your back. I may even hold your hand while we talk. If
we sit together long enough, I may even rub your shoulders or back.
I think one can never have too many hugs. But, realizing
that everyone is not a hugger like I am, these days, I do ask permission before
hugging folks I’ve just met.
Recently, I was shopping in a WinCo grocery store in Medford,
Oregon, when I received a stranger’s touch. Standing in the bulk foods section, an
elderly gentleman took up the space between me and the bin of lentils. I noticed
his dark suit jacket and his black newsboy cap, like the style my dad often
wore. As I watched, the man reached into the bin, extracted one lentil, and
popped it into his mouth. He made a face as he tried to chew this pebble.
“Hard as a rock,” I said.
“Interesting,” he replied.
I could tell from his expression and tentativeness he was
new to the world of these tiny legumes. So I told him how I use them to make a
lentil stew and that I make it vegetarian or with meat.
The man looked me in the eye and touched my bare forearm. He
kept his warm, smooth hand there while he said, “Thank you. I have to change to
a vegan diet and learn about these things. You’re helping me.”
I was glad to help. But, what struck me most was his touch
and how that simple act brought the two of us together, bumping up the level of
this brief encounter. Instead of two
strangers passing in a grocery store aisle, we were now connected.
Sometimes we are reluctant to engage people whom we don’t
know, let alone touch them. But touching is a natural human response and need
that brings warmth to both parties. It says, “you matter.”
Hugs and back rubs to you all. ~ xoA
Hugs and back rubs to you all. ~ xoA
Sad to say how many times I've been "reprimanded" for touching people. I'm compelled like you to reach out and touch. After being told to knock it off enough, I did. After many wounds and some grief work around the whole issue, I'm relearning how to reach out again.
ReplyDeleteIsn't it amazing how our natural, caring tendencies can be thwarted by those types of hurtful reprimands. Good for you for working through it and beginning to reach out again. I hope that you will come across others who are not afraid to touch and be touched. Thanks so much for sharing your experience. ~xoA
DeleteI just love hugs and warm people...and you, Annis, are the "hug master". Madeline
ReplyDeleteThank you, Madeline. I've been a lucky recipient as we've shared many hugs and laughs over the 30+ years we've known each other! ~xoA
DeleteThank-you Annis for your beautiful words and all the hugs I've been lucky to receive in person. Today I got my hug from your special words and I can never get enough Annis hugs.
ReplyDeleteHow nice of you to write. Thank YOU -- those hugs go both ways, you know. xoA
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