Monday
Nov212005
It's All About Thoughts. In This Village In My Head.
Monday, November 21, 2005 at 07:13AM
What am I thinking?
I'm thinking that adding a wet beret to the wet boots was no fun.
I'm thinking being referred to as 'right freaky' in that PEI accent because one of my hands is a full 1/2 inch bigger than the other was pretty amusing.
I'm thinking about a monk dressed in rope-belted robe-brown lying on a stretcher while a woman tells me he is an amazing man.
I'm thinking that I would so very much have loved to ask her why she thinks this and what it means to her to know it.
I'm thinking about my massage the other night and how strange that moment is when I realized I hadn't been touched by anyone in almost a year.
I'm thinking that, whether we prefer to be alone all the time or only sometimes, for whatever reasons we are alone and whatever reason we continue to be alone - that at least once a year we need to be touched.
That touch is what brings us together as humans. That touch may be part of what can save us. That those of us who have no one to touch us need to go out into the world and find someone to do it, even if it is just an hour long massage once in a while.
Because that simple thing can bring us back out of ourselves and let us see things outside of ourselves in a way that we lose without it. That simple thing is everything. That even though paying for something such as that seems, in a way, the wrong way to go about it - in the end it comes down to this....
...I believe that on a regular basis we all need to be touched where the intent behind it is loving. Or at the very least, healing.
So that we ourselves don't lose our ability to love and to heal.
I'm thinking that adding a wet beret to the wet boots was no fun.
I'm thinking being referred to as 'right freaky' in that PEI accent because one of my hands is a full 1/2 inch bigger than the other was pretty amusing.
I'm thinking about a monk dressed in rope-belted robe-brown lying on a stretcher while a woman tells me he is an amazing man.
I'm thinking that I would so very much have loved to ask her why she thinks this and what it means to her to know it.
I'm thinking about my massage the other night and how strange that moment is when I realized I hadn't been touched by anyone in almost a year.
I'm thinking that, whether we prefer to be alone all the time or only sometimes, for whatever reasons we are alone and whatever reason we continue to be alone - that at least once a year we need to be touched.
That touch is what brings us together as humans. That touch may be part of what can save us. That those of us who have no one to touch us need to go out into the world and find someone to do it, even if it is just an hour long massage once in a while.
Because that simple thing can bring us back out of ourselves and let us see things outside of ourselves in a way that we lose without it. That simple thing is everything. That even though paying for something such as that seems, in a way, the wrong way to go about it - in the end it comes down to this....
...I believe that on a regular basis we all need to be touched where the intent behind it is loving. Or at the very least, healing.
So that we ourselves don't lose our ability to love and to heal.
in Thinking
Thinking 
Reader Comments (3)
Actually, most people's dominant hand is a quarter to a half inch bigger than the other... Isn't s/he the 'freaky' one for not knowing that?