The light burns brighter as my resolve becomes stronger.
Emotion clings to me,
the weight of it tugs on my feelings one at a time,
my tears drip like the wax of a forgotten candle.
Loss is a heavy burden.
Emotion is a very worthy adversary. It can lay dormant and sneak up on you when you least expect it. On Monday I fell victim to its stealthy attack and was on the verge of an ugly cry in my office in the middle of the day. At that moment, all I wanted was a hug.
Being affected by a wave of feelings is nothing new to me. I get overwhelmed by, not only my sorrows but, the melancholy felt by those around me. Like a kettle that is too full of water, that emotion has nowhere else to go and eventually it spills out.
In those moments, I feel like a child holding my arms in the air, waiting for someone to come and pick me up and tell me it’s going to be okay. I know the surge of sadness will pass, but sometimes you just need a hug to make everything feel better. The comfort of an embrace is what we are born knowing and trusting.
We had a senior’s bus tour at the lodge this past fall and I met one of the sweetest ladies during that tour. She was all of 4 feet high and spoke with a wee Scottish brogue. Every morning she would come into the office and ask if I wanted a hug. I never turned her down. And she did the same thing with the 38 other people on the tour, always careful to ask the wives’ permission to be able to hug their husbands.
She gets it. She knows there is nothing more heart-warming than a genuine embrace that will make the sorrow seem less sad, that will make life seem more manageable and that will make reality more acceptable. A hug can speak more than words, can drain sadness from your soul and can let people know how you feel about them without having to say a word.
While life may try to challenge your reality, one simple hug can bring you right back to where you need to be. Hugging is the most beautiful form of communication and it allows someone to know that you truly care.