One Hug at a Time

Here's my theory: one huge at a time. I'll elaborate. Sometimes, in certain situations or places, things are tense. Thinking of a time when it all can be forgotten and everything is one with the earth, is when two people are hugging. Now it can be more then two if you prefer, but on average, I personally prefer two. It's calming. It's intimate. It's a place of solitude for one single moment when everything is right in the world. And by far the biggest advantage of hugs is that they make you feel good.

Have you ever seen or heard of the Free Hugs Campaign? I learned about it quite some time ago, but never really put much thought into the power of hugs until I moved to London, half way around the world from everything that I have known to be my life. It was then, two weeks ago, that I realized I needed hugs; for the sole purpose of giving and especially receiving. Poor Michael, he feels the brunt of this newfound need I have on a daily basis, sometimes more. But he never fights them, and frankly, why would you? I like to think they've helped our living situation get better (I'd elaborate, but that goes against my policy of not getting into personal matters). Again, pointing to the fact that hugs are plain and simple goodness.

My blue ball of happiness is smiling.