I miss holding hands with another person. I realized this while filling out dating profiles on dating apps last week, before I remembered why I don’t use dating apps and deleted them a day later. Revisiting old trauma, wounds that still feel raw, isn’t easy, even if it is for creative purposes. But if Vermont keeps giving me days like today, maybe I will be okay.
The morning was bright, a clear blue sky, a breeze brushed lightly against the wind chimes on the back porch. The sun was hot and yellow and I could feel the burn on my bare skin. This is what we wait so long for. Finally being able to strip off our protective layers until there’s nothing left but our vulnerability. I think of a friend who recently wrote on this topic--about making the decision to be vulnerable and "coming from a place of genuine willingness and desire to connect." "Connection," she goes on to write, "happens through shared vulnerability." Now, as I lay on a blanket of colorful squares knit by my grandmother long ago, I think, yes, I will be okay.

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