Perfecting Human Touch

Perhaps I’m a bit odd, (OK, I’m sure I’m odd!) but when I sit and am actually still for a few minutes, if I breathe and let it, I can either totally still my mind or just let it run amok.  If I let it go, my mind can move at such a rapid pace that it can randomly take me anywhere – the past, the present, the future, and allow me to experience memories, or a variety of imaginary situations with a plethora of plot twists; all in a matter of minutes or even mere seconds.

Today, while sitting and sipping my morning coffee, my mind randomly took me back to Newfoundland, about 25 years ago – to the memory of an Iyengar yoga class I used to attend when I lived in downtown St. John’s.  My mind relived the deep peacefulness of this particular yoga class, taught by ‘BW’.  The class was popular and always full; with men and women of all ages and abilities – from those who looked like seasoned yogis to those who were mobility challenged.  As every body is built differently, BW had a very specific talent to be able to take any pose and modify it to perfectly suit each person in her class.  And while I floated in a light, zen-like state, I could never fully grasp how she somehow managed to get to every person in the room and gently help shape their body or modify the pose so that it worked for them and they were able to feel it’s maximum benefits.  It was almost surreal and, dare I say, magical.

I feel that part of how she accomplished this was from having mastered the art of the perfect human touch.  I can recall pushing myself into what I found to be a difficult pose and suddenly, she would be right there next to me, quietly asking permission to help/touch me.  And once her hands touched me – gently directing my back downwards or my hips upwards, my body would instantly relax.  It was like every straining muscle just ‘sank’ into the pose and every care in the world simply melted away.

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The perfection of her touch was such calm simplicity.  It was slightly firm, yet light.  Warm and gentle.  It radiated with positive intent, kindness and a genuine care for the well-being of others.  Her touch was to guide you into a healthy and comfortable place.  It was right and perfect and was never misconstrued as uncomfortable or inappropriate.  I appreciated feeling the positive energy of another person.

Fast forward back to 25 years later, now, in the present.  And after all that, as I continue to sip my coffee, I think about how in my late 20’s I became a hugger.  Everyone who knows me, knows I give hugs. I give hugs hello, I give hugs goodbye.  I give hugs of thanks, hugs of support, and hugs of comfort.  I’m not sure I have accomplished the perfect human touch, but I give all my hugs with an open heart and positive energy.  I hope that anyone I’ve every hugged has felt that.

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