Hugs

Magical and healing hugs. Sometimes an embrace is all we need when we fall apart. It puts broken pieces back together. I don’t like to be touched. I hate to be touched by strangers. And yet… There were those magical hugs in 2014 that I can still feel. There was my friend Malou who hugged me just so – always right. There was a hug in 2020 and those unique and once in a lifetime moments that followed. There are my father’s hugs – almost too tight as if he does not want to let go. My sister’s hugs too, filled with love and affection. There are my husband’s hugs – protective, fun, affectionate – like home. There are the people I wish I could hug – those who are not near; or not anymore. And the people I never want to hug – there are too many of those. Yes, a hug can be a catalyst. In 2014 I was hugged by two strangers (musicians)* who, after a night of laughter and drinking did not think anything of it, they just pulled me into a tight tight hug. And something that had been hidden or broken until that night was mended. It is hard to explain, but I became Cathy that night. Until then I had been wife of, mom of, housewife… but never me. Those two beautiful souls did not know the version others knew of me, because they only got to meet me without any kind of baggage. And it made all the difference. Almost 9 years later – and those two hugs still matter. I don’t want to blow it out of proportion, but they were life-changing for me. Definitely. Magical and healing.

*this is a video from that exact same night (it is not mine – I never film or take pics at concerts)… The “huggers” were Adam (on drums) and Tom (singer, guitarist). I mentioned that event plenty times before on the blog and I will keep mentioning it because it is very important for me.

🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🤍🖤❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🤍🖤❤️

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