07/10/2025
The lingering, longing-filled, desperately holding on, hoping for eternity - kind of hug. More often witnessed from afar, me feeling the largeness of the impending loss on their behalf.
The hug, quickly exchanged, seizing the moment to say, "I love you, thank you, you matter to me."
Or those special ones when it seems like you've waited forever just to lay eyes on that child who's returning home from a long journey and the hug becomes a non-stop snuggle, squeeze, cheek-kissing, arm-wrapping for at least 3 hours.
And then the ones that seduce, making contact with every part of the physical, sliding with the sensual need to get closer ... deeper ... writhing for more.
This touch, face-to-face, breastbone to heart, reminds us we are not alone, that we are worthy of this intimacy. And the molecular cells that link to our soul body, drink it ALL in.
When the mind is caught up in the frenzy of living, and the inner motion of emotion threatens to overwhelm, a hug hacks into the psyche refilling the famished reservoir that who we refer to as, "I".
โฆ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ค๐ณ๐ช๐ฑ๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ค๐ ๐๐ช๐ ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ? ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ช๐ต ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ? โฅ๏ธ
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