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Everyday we interact with people and exchange glances, words and impressions. Sometimes we are so busy that we don't notice the surprised or hurt look on someone else's face as we leave a supermarket, bank or school parking lot. We may have pushed past them through the door as we rushed to our next meeting or scowled at them on the checkout line when they took too long getting the change out of their purse. Unfortunately we may also miss the look of love and adoration that comes to us when we say just the right thing or say nothing at all but listen with a heart that hears without judgment. Everything we do leaves a mark. Some marks wipe off just like chocolate syrup on a refrigerator and some are more long lasting and have residual effects.
Have you ever noticed the quiet dialogue that we have within ourselves as we look in the mirror? It can happen quickly and may not always be a kind voice. It may sound something like this, "Yikes I'm not looking too good. Were my eyes always so puffy? Or "look at that pimple, wrinkle, flat butt, grey hair, large thighs or small breasts." This voice has amazing focus and tends to spot what we believe is unattractive in us. It can become a relentless self-deprecating finger-pointer that goes wherever we go. Who is this critic and does it help us or hurt us?
When I was little, there were times when I really liked being in the middle, especially on a sled where I felt safer than being in the front or in the back. I enjoyed sitting in the middle of two friends at a movie. Many of us liked being in the middle of a crowd at school where it was easier to fit in and not get picked on or noticed if you were doing something wrong. But then there were games like "Monkey in the Middle" where you are in the middle and you had to try and catch the ball. This was a game that was not always fun. Or you were stuck in the middle of the backseat of a family car between two of your older siblings, with no window space feeling nauseous and sick to your stomach. This is when you began to understand that yelling shotgun before getting into a car gained a coveted position, that the middle was not always the best real estate.
We often forget the importance of touch. Touch can heal the body, mind and soul. Reaching out to warmly embrace another is a superb exchange of the human spirit. There are many different types of touch. There is the touch of a lover or the touch of a hand. Then there is the touch of the heart. This is a feeling that is felt deep within that is not easily described. It is a profound sensation that we experience when sharing an exchange with another.
