Recently my granddaughter was helping me go through a bunch of photos and papers in preparation for having to move a ton of stuff for my latest reorganize the house plan. She ran across some old blogs of mine and promptly cuddled down into the big reading chair in my “Book Room” to read them. The first one that caught her eye was the one I wrote in 2015 about her dog. It is entitled “I call her the Lovely Luna”, and she laughed out loud as she read my description of Luna rolling in bear meadow muffins while pasture prancing. Then there was “Stranger on the Porch” in which her Uncle Garrett was featured as the hero who came to my back porch with his blow gun to try to dispatch what we think was a rabid fox. Anyway – as I glanced back through those old blogs, I was struck by how light hearted most of them are/were. They were pre-damncovid and pre-the latest political unrest as well as pre-times of a world struggling yet once again with all kinds of concerns of such magnitude that they seem insurmountable. I realized that, as I reread them, I was beginning to think in terms of the good olde days and yet -- they were just a little while ago really.
There was “Klutz Factor” and “Purring Grandma", “There's an app for that….”, and “Presbyterian Bunnies”. “I Cry at Parades” was about how much I
love small town America. I wrote about Tee-shirts decorated with fun sayings
and about unsuccessful attempts at home repair. I wrote about upcoming
elections, even including a memo that I sent to Donald Trump a year prior to the
2016 election. I wrote about “Tchotchkes
and Other Assorted Treasures”, “Scammed! Not a good feeling”, and “Mouse in the
House!”. And … I wrote about “Ladies Who
Lunch” which was the one about my sister and her lovely friends sharing lunch with me
when I was visiting in 2016.
So many…. As I was
looking through them, the one that struck me the most though was “Heart Hugs” –
so much so that I am going to repeat it today.
If you need to, in these days of social distancing -- you can think of
these hugs as mental “air hugs”, those symbolic hugs of the damncovid
times. So – here it is – first published
on 10/15/2015. Who couldn’t use a good
hug these days? Some things are worth repeating.
Heart
Hugs
I had a wonderful friend who gave what he called heart hugs. They were the kind of hugs where you wrapped your arms around each other and pressed your hearts together. They were indescribably wonderful. He, being much taller than I, sometimes made these hugs hard to manage, but if I could find a step to stand on, they were perfect. I miss him.
Recently on Facebook someone shared a copyrighted “Photo”
that made me remember these hugs. It was
a scene of Charlie Brown and Snoopy hugging.
The words? “I love the kind of hugs where you can physically feel the
sadness leaving.” I think the source was
something like “You are My O2”. It was
sort of hard to see. Anyway – that is the best definition of a heart hug that I
could ever imagine. Perfect…
A wise woman once shared with me that she never passed up
a hug. She was one smart lady and she was
definitely a hugger and thrived on them.
Not all people are huggers though.
I think hugging may be a learned behavior and some families are just not
into it. I am from a hugging family and sometimes
I am not into it. I get it.
Hugs are healthy in general. Not all may be heart hugs, but all hugs are a
good thing… even the ones that send your glasses flying. I have taught my grandchildren the heart hug.
Some things are worth passing on from generation to generation. I
consider it a gift from my friend to them.
They never had a chance to meet him.
I think, as he did, that it is important to share the good things, the
best things about people who have passed through your life, whose lives have
been a blessing to you and others. It’s a poignant kind of
immortality – if the best that was them continues on.
Heart hugs all around.
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