Touched

Yesterday I walked past a couple of older women chatting, one on the park bench, the other facing in her wheelchair. One seemed to be mainly listening and they were holding hands in that way that we do when we're offering someone our full attention and love. It's how we often sit in co-counselling, the hand offered to connect. It reminded me how the other week I drove past a man and a woman, who I would surmise were strangers, who had had a bump in their cars. The woman was visibly shaken and the man was holding her arm in comfort.

Both these observations have moved me cos it shows that the world I want to live in does exist. There are people who are reaching out to others, physically as well as emotionally. Those people have no idea how inspired I am by them – the little things we do can ripple out unobserved, whether it uplifts or damages.

There are so many people I love that I can't touch – we live in a time where it's not unusual to have friends all over the world. Someone important to me is facing something hard without me this weekend and I've suggested they imagine they are being hugged even when they are not being in real life. She has a good imagination so hopefully she'll be fine. But that power of touch is immense. I've blogged before on how we can use it to good effect. I shall today again be looking for opportunities to touch strangers ;)