The Power of Touch

A few weeks ago, I was struggling. I met up with a dear friend, one of my favourite humans on this planet. We gave each other a nice long hug, and both released all that we were holding onto. No words were spoken, simply a hug and all was right again.

Touch is one of my love languages and I find myself at times in this big city starved for human touch. What an odd life. Millions of people yet so much loneliness. Fortunately, I have incredible friends who I just need to reach out to so part of it is on me. I can call any of them and they will be there for me.

I know we don't see each other as much as we used to or as often as we may want. Life is something. It can be overwhelming and it's easy to forget. But I have crossed paths with most of you at some point in my life and I know that a piece of each one of you will always reside within my heart. Thanks for your love and hugs. You are a gift, and I couldn't do this human stuff without you.

Love ya.