This has changed over time. There was a season in my life when I could not imagine not being able to sing. Now I rarely sing in public.
I could say photography. I use that form of expression most days.
And I love to write. Be it here on my blog, letters to loved ones, or in my journals.
But today, after days full of time with extended family, I believe the form of expression I'm most grateful for must be hugs. Hugs given. Hugs received. Hugs sent via text across the miles.
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| Hug O' War by Shel Silverstein |
When I am no longer able to sing or talk or take photographs or write or walk, I hope I'll still be able to hug.
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