touch

I got a massage this week.

Its the first week of school, and I had a kink in my neck for about 3 days. I'd had enough of that, so I called and set up a massage.

As I was laying there, smelling the essential oils, while she kneaded the stress and knots out of my shoulders and back, I was thinking about touch. And I came to the conclusion that I need to be touched. It was very healing to just be. To just lay there and have her rub the stress out of wherever.

Regular life makes stress and knots and kinks and gets everything all bound up.

And as she worked those out this week, I thought about how lovely it was to be touched.

And it is not the working out of the stress and knots that was the relief - it was the touch.

I think we humans are made to be touched, and when we spend time in solitary, something it missing. I think my cat feels the same way. I say this because she won't let me get ready in the morning without sitting on the floor for a few minutes petting her. If I don't do it, she yells.

So maybe she knows those essential things in life: food, water, touch.
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