He rested his hand on my shoulder. He slid it down my back then back up the curve to my shoulder. Slowly repeating this movement he chatted about some inane thought. I don’t remember…what was he talking about? I became mesmerized, caught up in the sensation. Gentle.
I relaxed into the feeling. This was new ground for me—not new, but a re-acquaintance with an old familiar friend. Peace. Just how long had it been? I don’t quite remember… I just know it’s been far too long; so long that my mind is doing back-flips trying to decipher why the touch of this person, gentle, rhythmic has emoted such a feeling inside of me. Nothing sensual, or sexual; It was comforting like grandma’s hugs, or sipping cool lemonade on a hot day, or having a baby clutch its tiny fingers around mine.
What I do know is that is has been far too long since I have been given this type of comforting support for no apparent reason and with no expectations in return. My soul needed this.
So, without further contemplation I accepted his offering and felt gratitude for the awakening inside myself. And I vow to pay it forward.