A few nights ago, my niece asked me, "What does 'surround' mean?"
I explained it to her as best I could and she said, "So a hug is surround you?"
"Yes," I said, "a hug is surround you."
I've been thinking about how true that is, how a hug really is about surrounding. I told Emme that when something surrounds you, it is all around you and her mind immediately went to that feeling, of being inside the circle of someone else's arms.
On Saturday, I shared a particularly moving reading with a client. The whole room was like an opening lotus and we were in the middle, we were surrounded by it. Love. Afterwards, we hugged like old friends even though we'd technically not met before that moment.
What we do with our bodies.
What we do with our hearts.
It's the language that matters most.
What we say to one another with our chests pressed, the energy exchanged.
It's the language that matters most.
No room for defense; no room for anger; no room for fear; no room for jealousy; no room for judgement; room for release; room for understanding; room for quiet; room to hear the pulse of life. The oneness. The truth.
In one another's arms we take off the masks and breathe.
This is to surround you.
This is all there is.

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