Dancers create a community of touch, joining hands over and over, letting go over and over to connect with the next person down the line.
What community—physically present or not—holds your hand?
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Dancers create a community of touch, joining hands over and over, letting go over and over to connect with the next person down the line.
What community—physically present or not—holds your hand?
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My friend who has Parkinson’s Disease is one with whom I hold hands as often as I can. He responds sometimes with a firm grasp, or a squeeze; other times it as if there is no one there. I keep on holding hands with him in hope that the touch will help him respond. One other time I visited Aunt Bess (not my aunt, but…) in the nursing home; other people had said don’t bother, she won’t respond to you. I went anyway; I touched her hand, then held it in mine, and THEN she squeezed back. This was one of the times that I knew there was still thinking and emotion going on inside of a tired body.