Holding Hands

Maybe one of the reasons I enjoy dancing is my first love language is “physical touch” and I’m the one who will reach out a grab a near stranger’s arm for emphasis. I’m the one who kisses everyone on greeting them hello or saying good-bye.  I’m surprised I have’t been lectured or pushed away.

My dad and my bonus mother holding hands in April 2010 just after they married.

My dad and my bonus mother holding hands in April 2010 just after they married.

 

“And we stood like that. The joining of hands is highly underrated in the acts of intimacy. You kiss acquaintances or colleagues, casually to say hello or goodbye. You might even kiss a close friend chastely on the lips. You might quickly hug anyone you know. You might even meet someone at a party, take him home and sleep with him, never to see him or hear from him again. But to join hands and stand holding each other that way, with the electricity of possibilities flowing between you? The tenderness of it, the promise of it, is only something you share with a few people in your life.”  Lisa Unger, “Beautiful Lies”

About Laura

When my nest emptied I moved from the big city to a little big town to tend to a ramshackle yellow house on the edge of town. These are my Yellow House Days.
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