tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137044632467935627.post3091812520341177626..comments2023-03-13T22:51:22.822+09:00Comments on Rehearsal Times Over: Hug Rehabilitationcoarse gold girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06004484019542589905noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137044632467935627.post-16151283633599479512008-08-07T07:32:00.000+09:002008-08-07T07:32:00.000+09:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137044632467935627.post-15092245974578072292007-02-08T18:55:00.000+09:002007-02-08T18:55:00.000+09:00You are a wonderful writer. I am glad you started ...You are a wonderful writer. I am glad you started blogging. Coming from a Punjabi background where even the guys often give each other bear hugs, I feel estranged from the practice being in Japan. DS is already getting in trouble because he wants to touch and hug his buddies- the only one who shares this with him is his American/Japanese friend. He actually got his finger bit when trying to hug a buddy! <BR/>It is perfect that you are living in Japan where physical arm wrapping around each other is less expected.<BR/>But the power of the sincere hug is incredible. To observe the shock and then the body turns from stiff to relaxed when DS wraps his arms around special adults like Baachan, Jichan and the babysitter is beautiful.<BR/><BR/>I am looking forward to reading more of "Rehearsal Times Over"- love the Blog name and the explanation.Lilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14409092666402882756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9137044632467935627.post-57022844215215266272007-02-04T09:38:00.000+09:002007-02-04T09:38:00.000+09:00i carry your heart with me
i carry your he...i carry your heart with me<br /> <br /> <br /> i carry your heart with me(i carry it in<br />my heart)i am never without it(anywhere<br />i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done<br />by only me is your doing,my darling)<br />i fear<br />no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want<br />no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)<br />and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant<br />and whatever a sun will always sing is you<br /> <br />here is the deepest secret nobody knows<br />(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud<br />and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows<br />higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)<br />and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart<br /> <br />i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) <br /> <br />ee cummings <br /> <br />Corsegold Girl,<br />I know about the 'hugging' situation as I grew up in a typical stoic, Danish-American family. It was odd to try to plan ahead for the inevitable Holiday hugs from relatives, friends...."Let's see, if they come at me from a 30 degree right angle, that means MY left arm goes over there shoulder first, or is it the other way around?" --PANIC--<br />As I grew older and more secure with myself, I found that I WANTED to hug and hug and hug....It was the true expression of my love or fondness for the person that I was with. Again, I think it all came about do to maturity and self awareness. Who cares if the initial hug is messy or awkward? It all conveys the same feeling, yes? Hugs. I realize now that I cannot live without them, the simple act of reaching out to another, physically, empowers both the recipient and giver. If distance prevents a friendly hug, I find that receiving a written letter, or something along those lines, ALMOST conveys the same feeling. To know that someone took the time to think of me, organize their thoughts and send something to me through the post instead of cold, electric e-mail makes me realize that it is a mental hug.<br /> <br />The poem, above, by e.e. cummings reminds me of those who I wish I could actually HUG on a daily basis, for these people sustain me. Read it over--it is an e-mail hug and then some. For everyone out there who thinks that a simple (ewwwww) hug is unecessary, think again as to how wonderful, loving and thoughtful it is to have SOMEONE who carries your heart with them, always and in all ways....<br /> <br />JeepieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com