Primitive

There is something deeply primitive about touching another person. It is both deep and reassuring. It reaches back in time so far that I can’t even imagine what its roots must be like.

For quite some time, I have been learning how better to be aware. This has had a lot to with becoming more skillful in how I concentrate my attention, how I am aware both internally and externally. I have mostly seen this skill as being dominated by my higher functions. Concentration is a human function and I have experienced it as having a lot to do with connecting with reality in a particularly human way.

I have been very aware that my body plays a huge role in developing any form of awareness. It is a gateway to a kind of union that is more than physical. As important as my body is, I have felt challenged to use my consciousness in a more profound manner, to enter into a kind of concentration that goes beyond tactile.

I also notice, even while I grow in my ability to concentrate and focus, I am also drawn to be aware in a way that is deeply rooted in the primitive aspect of touching, being a tactile being.

I take keen delight in being aware of a flower or another human in a manner that involves a high degree of concentration and focus. I also experience an attraction to be aware in a way that is fundamentally involved with touch or my other senses. I take delight in the sound of a friend’s voice, the touch of a plant, the sight of snow hanging on trees.

The deeply felt touch of someone’s arm is a connection that relies on the physicality of their presence as well as my ability to be focused. The primitive part of me remains very much an active part of me.

While I may be exploring the higher abilities of my being human, the part of me that is physical constantly demands involvement. I am both, and neither part will be ignored.