It goes without saying that I am a hopeless romantic and always have been. Hearing about wedding anniversaries of fifty, sixty and even seventy years can turn my heart to mush. Likewise, stories of couples meeting, falling in love and marrying in their eighties and nineties makes my heart even mushier. I’ve been told that in both types of these relationships it’s the little things that matter. Here is a song from 1953 that says it all, but besides the romanticism of the song, it speaks of the need for the human touch which many of us are lacking at this time. Happy Saturday.
In the midst of a pandemic, peace be with you.
In the midst of protests, peace be with you.
Missing the human touch, peace be with you.
If you are still staying home, peace be with you.
Whether the day be sunny or gray, peace be with you.
Do you miss it? The human touch, I mean. Not so much if you have a significant other in your life, and, better still, in your home. But those who now spend much of their time alone remember what it was like to reach out and touch someone on a daily basis. It is was comforting…healing… therapeutic…strengthening. Life without the human touch is like a banana split without bananas…bacon and eggs without toast and coffee…dancing without a partner. Something is missing: that touching of hands, the pat on the back, the hasty hug, the gentle nudge.
There are a few places where the human touch is a part of the practice…a visit to the doctor, dentist, chiropractor. At most churches you are greeted with at least a handshake and if you are lucky enough to have a friendly home church, hugs are the norm. (I love my home church!)
The human touch is as much a part of human nature as singing in the shower. Count your blessings if you have someone to share the human touch, but if not, may I suggest an occasional visit to your doctor, dentist, or chiropractor…and a regular visit to your favorite place of worship.
Bruce Springsteen wrote and recorded “Human Touch”…nice song.