Where the magic lives

I held her shoulders for a moment and looked deeply into her eyes. There I saw her...really saw her as I moved in to give her a hug.
I held her close on the first breath and it felt merely functional. By breath two, the hug was an actual greeting. But breath three? Oh, breath three my friend, that is where the magic lives.

Sometimes it doesn't happen until breath four or five but the magic is always there.
The person sort of melts into the hug. They are transformed as if a great burden is being lifted off their shoulders. And I transform too. We both become our true selves again. Spirit in body making the divine visible in that moment.

Hugging in this way becomes a gift of healing for the world weary souls of both parties.

Jamie asks who do I wish to give or send a hug?

I wish to hug you.