A big hug, a light touch

The best medicine

Hugs are supposed to be great. The best hugs are great. But are we too scared to give each other proper, heartfelt hugs?

How do you like yours?

I like huggers who hug gently but completely. A hug of kindness, from top to toe, long enough for the kindness to sink in. A gift of a hug, that gives energy and kindness and doesn’t take. A hug that doesn’t hurt or strangle. A hug that leaves me tingling with life. A hug I want to repeat…

A hug should be two-way, that gives and receives at the same time.

But a return hug should be received, not taken. Do you get the difference? Receiving the love or kindness from your hugger is allowing them to give; taking  from your hugger is a bit like a vampire sucking the life out of a victim.

‘Give me a hug’ is the cry of a needy person. “Let me give you a hug” is the offer of a generous soul.

Heartfelt hugs are life-affirming, kind and loving

The best hugs feel safe and warm, gentle but firm, kind, giving, open, no-strings, head to toe, wholehearted and heart-felt. The best hugs are  life-affirming, reviving, reassuring, generous, sharing, unconditional kindness.

Who’s your favourite hugger?

Who can you hug right now?

Advertisements

Find your purpose in life

I listened to this fellow, Joe Nunziata, in a webinar about writing, but his bit applies to everyone, writers or not. Here’s his free ebook on the subject of finding your purpose in life, and why we’re here in the first place. Well worth a read. For if we know what we’re here to do, and where our true value lies, then all our energy, passion, enthusiasm and joy goes into that purpose, and we get fired up with more energy and passion – and how then can we be sad, lonely or listless? Click here for Joe’s download or click here to go to his website.

[Please NB I have no connection with him and am not in any kind of affiliate scheme]

Give up – you’re surrounded

There was nothing I could do but retreat – the house was under siege and there was nowhere to go but back inside, muttering curses.

Brazen had brought the other ewes and all the lambs; Sobranie had followed his hens to my door; the two dogs were looking optimistic, and the cats were springing through the trees like squirrels.

All but cats belong next door, but they’ve learned that my door is a temple of treats. Entirely my fault, because I give veg peelings to the sheep, bread and rotten tomatoes to the chickens, biscuits and bones to the dogs and – when they appear – carrots to the horses.

So everybody got fed, and once sheep and dogs had retired, I sat on the steps with a cup of coffee, watching the cats leap about and the chickens crop the new grass. The trees are in bud, about to burst into flower; the spring grass is coming through the winter matting and wild flowers are waking beneath the damp soil. On the mountain slopes the beech forest is pink, the new leaves still furled tight in their rosy sheaths, and silver birches are bright with golden catkins.

Life is bursting everywhere, and it’s impossible to feel lonely when everybody is so full of energy and excitement. Humans are just another species enjoying the spring.

In the city, you may have to look a little harder, but concrete and glass can’t stop wildflowers exploiting every crack in the paving, and wild birds filling the quiet streets with song.

If you’re feeling lonely, go outside, find life and celebrate Spring.