Although I love what I do for a living and acknowledge the gift my therapeutic touch is to others, I don’t think I fully recognized how important that touch was to me. Until now.
I’ve been sequestered at home for three weeks and for the most part, have been fine with it. By nature, I am an introvert and can easily entertain myself. However, I have always been able to connect with friends when I please. Not now.
I have a beautiful home with a screened-in porch that I spend lots of time in these days. I walk or bike my neighborhood most mornings. I cook a lot. Sleep long hours. Read. Meditate every morning. Tackle items on my long-overdue To-Do list. Listen to inspiring and educational podcasts. Engage a lot in virtual happy hours, virtual coffee klatsches, Facetime and individual chats on the phone, so I’m not really social distancing; I’m physically distancing.
What I am missing though is touch.
I live alone. I realized about a week ago that I was missing touching others and being touched by others. And, as I explored that more, I realized that what I was really missing was the energy of others. After all, I don’t always touch my friends when we get together. But, we sit near one another, and smile and talk and laugh and sometimes cry together. Our energy bodies are touching. I see now that what I am really missing is that connection. Our energy.
I’m not feeling sorry for myself nor am I depressed. I am just recognizing something that is true for me, right now. I know I can and will be/am fine because I know there is an end to it. The more I – we – adhere to staying home, leaving only when absolutely necessary, the sooner this will all be over. I look forward to seeing and touching my clients again, and to greeting my close friends with a big smile and long hug while we wait for seats at a bustling, loud and crowded restaurant!