I have a friend who I love with all my heart and seven months of Covid were already too long.
We were Zooming, chatting, texting, having endless screen conversations. But when the idea of actually meeting came about, we were hugely excited.
So, I put on my sanitiser, my mask, my visor, and go see her.
Our encounters are, usually, magic, but more so was this time: full of words, insights, catching-up, laughs and deep sharing with the forest of Ash Vale as the perfectly right surrounding.
We talk and talk. But we didn’t hug.
Consciously protecting others, we missed that touch and the dance that happens when two friends hug each other.
But somehow, we embraced.
Somehow we danced.
Almost like a tango dance, exactly like a tango embrace: from a clear standing, from a place of truth and grounded feet, with the core engaged and free. And relaxed. A touching gesture that needs no contact, a radical space that only twins know deeply well.
A space of wordless whispering that tango partners also learn to hear: I’m with you. I trust you.
