Touch

I’m currently in physical therapy.  An old back injury has reared its ugly head, and I am seeking help.  And slowly, my back is healing.  But something else is happening…I am re-discovering the healing power of touch.

 

I miss it, I realize.  The sensation of touch.  The feel of another’s hands on my skin.  I miss it all the time; but I wasn’t aware of how much, or how valuable it truly is.  I’m not talking about romantic or sexual touch, though that can be healing as well.  Just simple, direct, healing touch.

 

The massaging of my abdomen (to break up the underlying scar tissue).  The hands on my lower thighs while tractioning my spine.  The fingers applying pressure to my hamstrings to release the tension.  The moments when my legs are cradled by someone else’s arm with the statement of “I’ve got you, you can let go.”  Gentle movements; soft-spoken encouragement.  For no other purpose than to heal my body.  

 

The result is healing not only my back, but also my spirit.  By being cared for.  Feeling connected; supported.  Knowing that for 40 minutes twice a week, the sole focus is to heal and help only me.  Retraining connections long broken.  Restoring my faith in my own body.

 

I can heal; I will be whole.  In so many more ways than just one.

Yom HaShoah

‘A moment of silence’.  We’ve all observed them, have we not?  That’s what I initially thought of when clicking the link to the video of the observance of Yom HaShoah, the Holocaust memorial day in Israel.  (Please click here to watch it.)

But this is nothing like what you may have observed before.  It’s certainly nothing I’ve seen before.  This is entirely different.  What this is, is true OBSERVANCE.

They literally stop.  Everything. Stops.  Not only do they stop, they get out.  They stand.  They are silent (with the exception of the siren that, itself, harkens an air raid siren in an eerie shadowing of war time).  They do not move.  They have completely and fully given themselves and this moment to the memory of the 6+ million souls that this observance is for.  It is one of the most amazing and honorable acts I have ever seen.

In the video, suddenly, on the left-hand side, you can see a white bird fly upward.  Clearly it’s too far away to identify, but  for just a moment I imagined it was a dove, come to remind us of peace, and love.  This is what true observance should be.  The memories of those people deserve no less, from ALL of us; not just those observing Yom HaShoah in Israel.

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