A Healing Touch

When God touches your life, it lets you touch the life of others.

Ever since Adam was a lad, touch had been used for physical, psychological and spiritual healing.

Wall carvings dating back to 3000 BC, show the ancient Egyptians using healing massages.

The power of ‘the royal touch’ was believed to be evidence of God’s high esteem.

Medieval kings and queens of Europe were supposedly able to ‘heal’ their subjects by simply applying ‘The Royal Touch’.

Me – the silent skeptic, never thought much of ‘the laying on of hands’. Ignorance? Lackadaisicalness?(Yes it’s a valid word. I checked). I prefer naiveté – that doesn’t sound quite so callous.

Healing people just by touching them? Pshaw! As far as I was concerned, that claim fell out of the same superstitious bag as Ouija boards, palm reading, and horoscopes.

But had I been more attentive, more open-minded . . .

Jesus, the greatest healer of all times never, ever carried a medicine bag. Yet he healed and continues to heal thousands.

Moved with compassion, Jesus touched their eyes and immediately they regained their sight and followed him. Matthew 20:34.

And how do you know when God has touched your life? The real question should be, how do you not know when God has touched your life?

Let me tell you about one of the times when God literally touched me. And when it happened I didn’t even recognize it for what it truly was.

Feel like hearing a story? Doesn’t matter, I’ll tell it anyway!

Here’s my story:

It is the 3rd day (or is it the 4th) after my second liver transplant – the first transplant was six days before the second. In The Surgical Intensive Care Unit, where days and nights do not exist and white-clad doctors prowl in the dimness beyond my domain (I mean the curtains of my cubicle and yeah, it all felt pretty creepy sometimes), I mark the passage of time by my husband’s visits.

Twice? Three times a day? Four maybe? I don’t know. His smile hangs over the left side of my bed (visions of Wonderland’s Cheshire Cat).

“Hi Sunshine! How are you today?” I am so happy to see him. I’m not sure what my face is doing but hope there is a smile there somewhere. We talk – I think, then he is gone. I immediately forget what we talked about. I wish he didn’t have to go, leaving me so alone in a body that doesn’t want to be mine.

I check the glowing, red digits of the clock in the dimness beyond my domain (out in the hallway). The minutes tumble over each other and I try to count how many times they flip through the emptiness before I see my husband again. Am I crying? I don’t think so. (Okay, okay, enough of the doom and gloom already!)

Here comes the good part.

There is a garden in my room! I admit that I may have been flying high on morphine and I don’t know what else, but the garden was for real! I thought. A man sits on a smooth outcrop of stone next to a flowing stream – just like in the children’s bible story books. I have never seen him before but I’m absolutely, positively sure I know him. I sit on his lap and curl my head against his chest and lose myself in the peace and love that envelops me. I don’t feel lonely anymore. I sigh with contentment knowing that He will be there even after my husband must go.

He touched me and reminded me that I was never alone. Nothing else matters.


When God touches your life, it lets you touch the lives of others – physically and spiritually.

Maybe because of the simplicity of it, the power and scope of touch has been underplayed, discounted and overlooked; a super-power possessed by all but acknowledged by few.

Here are 10 quotes to encourage you to touch the lives of others.

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Reach out and Touch

Six little-known tidbits about the power of touch.

I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.

Maya Angelou

“Ms. Brewster” – my name called from the registration area at my back.

I scrambled to get purse, coat, book and travel mug together but there was no need as the registering nurse had stepped from behind the patterned glass partition, flimsy ID bracelet in hand and a smile on her face.

“I’ve got something for you,” she announced – a genuine smile, contagious.

“What’s your birth date Hon?” Southern drawl. “I see you’ve got one coming up” – eyes double-checking my info on the paper wrist-band in her hand.

When she looked up again the smile was still there. “Not allergic to latex, are you?”

I have enough of these paper bracelets to cover a wall.

Carefully taping the bracelet around my extended wrist, she looked me in the face then gently clasped my wrist with both hands. “You have a good rest of the day sweetheart,” she whispered.

That got me.

She had me good.

Immediately Nurse Ruthie became my favorite person in the whole clinic.

I didn’t understand what exactly she had done to make me fall for her; what is was that made me feel so much better about being at the coagulation clinic (for what seemed like the umpteenth visit for the year even though it was only May). I didn’t understand exactly what had happened that made the waiting so much more tolerable.

That was, not until a good friend suggested I write about the power of touch. Then, the silent world of touch began popping up all around me – it had been there all along, voiceless but amazingly powerful. Thank you Av for your wonderful suggestion.

The warmth of Nurse Ruthie’s touch had surprised me. It said, “I understand that you would prefer not to have to be here.” It said, “I care about you.” It said, “you can trust me.” One compassionate touch conveyed all that!

I have to say here that I don’t think I am naturally one of the touchy-feely sorts. Strange enough, I’m okay with the greeting hugs, but not big on the unbidden ones. Nor the random shoulder squeezes or impulsive back rubs – except with very close friends. I actually cringe when strangers get into my personal space – must be something to do with my childhood . . . who knows?

If it didn’t feel good, no one would do it!

But since my friend’s suggestion, I’ve found myself re-living the double handshakes at meetings, visualizing the back slaps on the rugby field, the fearless scrimmages and spontaneous, abandoned hugs; remembering the bro’ hugs at cook-outs, the cheek kisses, and head-pats (for the little ones – you don’t mess with a sista’s hair); reminiscing on the side hugs from students in the hallways and the delightful weight of two generations of children sitting on my lap, playing with my hair and fascinatingly long, skinny fingers.

I also became mindful of my own need for the occasional heart-warming hug of a friend. Don’t hugs just make you feel sooooo good? Not the fleeting cursory ones given with due diligence as a matter of protocol. I mean the ones that make your whole body smile.

So, what’s the big deal with humans and all the touching?

Well you know how there’re some things you just know but don’t know that you know until you are told you know them? I think it’s that way with the need to touch and to be touched. Everybody likes to be touched (by the right person at the right time – of course). If we didn’t, then we wouldn’t do it so much! We are born that way, it seems.

I bet you didn’t know you knew that too.

We are born with the need to touch and to be touched.


So I’ll go ahead and ‘fess up.

Sis, I actually like it when you smooth my unruly eyebrows with your finger tips. And Li’l bro, there’s a reassuring safety I feel when you hold my hand, even now that we are way past old enough not to lose each other in the crowd. And to my best-est, best friends, I have not outgrown the pleasure of those wonderfully tight cheek-to-cheek hugs.

I have not outgrown the pleasure of those wonderfully tight cheek-to-cheek hugs.

You see, I didn’t realize that I knew that touching is the most natural way of communicating affection and compassion, or that a touch can calm and reassure you.

What I didn’t know was that it’s not all psychological, there is a whole mess of biology behind it.

Reading about the fascinating world of touch brought me face to face with terms like ‘tactile deprivation‘and ‘skin hunger‘.

For instance, did you know that newborns who are ‘touch deprived’ do not develop normally? Their brains just don’t develop as they should and even if the babies are adequately fed, they fail to thrive and may even die! I certainly didn’t know that.

And did you know that the older we get, the more prone we become to “skin hunger” therefore need more nurturing and touching? That would sort’a explain why my mother used to insist that my siblings and I respectfully tolerate the stifling, lingering hugs that constantly hovered within arms’ length of numerous visiting ‘aunties’.

So here’s ‘the skinny’ about touching. Because it is so effective at signaling safety and trust, touch influences people in ways you would hardly imagine. So this is what ‘they’ say (‘they’ meaning researchers and social scientists).

6 little-known tidbits about the power of touch: 

  • If you touch someone while asking for a favor, they are more likely to be cooperative.
  • waitresses who intentionally touch clients are rated as more friendly and are likely to get bigger tips.
  • the more a sport’s team engages in pre-game physical contact, the greater the team dynamics, the better their chances of winning.
  • salespersons who casually but intentionally touch clients (alert: alert: non-intimidating, non-sexual) are perceived as more trust-worthy and therefore likely to get more sales.
  • students touched (again – alert: alert: non-threatening, platonic touches) by their teacher become more engaged in learning and are more likely to volunteer answers.
  • a pat on the back from a doctor, along with eye contact can boost survival rate of patients with complicated diseases.

Too good to be true? Maybe. Maybe not – but that’s what ‘they’say.

So what am I going to do with this new-found awareness of the power of touch? Let’s wait and see. In the meantime,

 stay in touch!



Where are the Tears?

12 thoughts to ease your fears about letting teardrops fall.

I never expected a diagnosis of Cancer. I was completely blindsided. That day in February – the day before valentine’s day, Dr. O called. “Is your husband at home with you?”

That could mean only one thing, bad news. “Colon cancer.” A simply stated fact, delivered like a package by the UPS Guy.

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Big Girls (and Boys) Don’t Cry: But You Should

It’s good to cry sometimes. 5 benefits of tears you probably never knew about.

You ever heard of a “Crying Club?” A place where you go to cry. They exist. No fooling. I saw it on the internet.

Now if you’re thinking about someplace like the ‘cry room’ at church or the theatre downtown (those sound-proof, viewing rooms where desperately embarrassed parents hustle off with bawling babies), think again.

These clubs are for adults and not only for high-strung, overly emotional women, or liberated men who’ve proudly tapped into their ‘feminine side’.

Crying Clubs cater to everyone, including businessmen.

Apparently, crying clubs have been around in Japan for years – rui-katsu they’re called, which literally means “tear seeking.” Even some hotels like The Mitsui Garden Yotsuya Hotel has designated rooms just for crying.

In Britain, the first crying club – referred to as a Misery Club, opened back in 2007 – “Loss.” That place was a hit! It said so on the internet.

So what’s all the crying about?

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Live the Life you Love

Get started on realizing your bucket list and making memorable life-stories. 12 prompts to motivate you.

Somebody should tell us, right at the start of our lives, that we are dying. Then we might live life to the limit, every minute of every day. Do it! I say. Whatever you want to do, do it now! There are only so many tomorrows.

Pope Paul VI

So you say you’ve never had a bucket list? You sure? Think back to when you were a child and fill in the blank:

“When I grow up, I want to _____.”

There was the first item on you bucket list. Have you followed through on it yet?

If not, what are you waiting for?

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The Bucket List

“One day, you will wake up and there wouldn’t be anymore time to do the things you’ve always wanted. Do it now.” – Paulo Coelho

A living, breathing alligator right next to me. O-M-G, I could hardly believe it! If I stretched out my hand I could’ve almost touched it – no cage, no protective glass, just the low metal side of the flimsy-looking air-boat we sat in.

Alligator in Florida Everglades

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Live Life to the Fullest

How long do you have to wait before you begin to enjoy your life and live it to the fullest? 12 affirmations to get you started.

I knew Lindsay would be there when I arrived. She always was; either behind her desk in the reception area or in the consult room helping Dr. J with a procedure. Wherever she was, once those bells on the door jangled, she’d sing out, “I’ll be with you in a moment.”

Over the years Lindsay became a friend and I looked forward to seeing her and catching up. The fact that I was there for another dreaded dental appointment became a distant secondary event.

Enjoy the journey of life for it is as much about how you get where you are going as it is where you go.

There will always be opportunities to take joy in life and with an open mind, we learn to find them.

We have the control to make every day a special day, regardless of whatever else may be going on.

Here are 12 reminders to keep you on the joyful track.

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Living in 3D: A Beginner’s Guide

3 simple practices that could add depth to your life.

I was smiling because the sun was shining on my toes . . . and it felt so good! That’s the truth. There was nothing else to smile about – not that I can remember – only the bright sunlight and the warmth on my toes sticking out from under the blankets.

Maybe I should start at the beginning of the story.

So I was in the critical care unit at the hospital – one of those fish-bowl like cubicles with the curtain partially drawn. Just thirty minutes earlier, Nurse Terrie had piled on a third blanket because my toes were so cold. (Actually, my toes are always cold but I didn’t bother her with that confession. I was just glad for the temporary warmth of another blanket.) Continue reading “Living in 3D: A Beginner’s Guide”

Petals of Love

10 compelling affirmations that inspire a healthy self-love.

When I look in the mirror and the only one there is me, every freckle on my face is where its supposed to be, and I know my creator didn’t make no mistakes on me, my feet, my thighs, my lips, my eyes – I’m loving what I see.

Because I Am A Queen – India Arie.

Loving yourselves is being thankful for what God made. Not loving yourself is an offense to God since we are his most precious creation.

I found that if I looked at it this way, self-love became more of a duty than an indulgence.

Regardless,there will be times when we find ourselves slipping back into old habits and need encouragement – gentle reminders of our duty to love ourselves.

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Be Your Valentine

Does your name top your valentine list? Should it? Learning to love yourself.

Valentine’s Day wasn’t going to sneak up on me again this year. I was determined.

So a couple weeks ago I started making my “list” –  names of all the people I really love. My intention (get this), was to send each person on my list a personal note, handwritten of course, in my most elaborate script; penned with my one-of-a-kind handcrafted glass quill, on rolled parchment paper (specially ordered).

But wait! There’s more! I would stamp each note with an appropriately colored rose – red, pink, white or yellow.

Sounds so romantic doesn’t it? Real fairy-tale stuff. Well that was my intention – until I found myself broadsided.

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