August 2, 2010 1:25-2:25
“What are you promoting?”
On the bus downtown, I am excited. In a few minutes I will be hugging Sara. We will return to our comforting and familiar physical act. I liken it to lovemaking. Not the action, but rather the anticipation of physical intimacy. How lovely to share this with someone in a non-sexual way.
Today we have a sandwich board, a new addition. Now that people can come up and grab a flyer from the board, they are less likely to strike up conversation.
We become sculptural.
Three girls play and run around the fountain and around us. I imagine they are gymnasts.
When we step away from our board to give our balloons away, a couple comes up to the board, reads a flyer and then hugs. The sandwich board serves as an invitation. It is its own performance.
Later that afternoon I am walking down State street and I pass a young guy who is carrying a sign that says “You have great worth.” He is walking down the street directing this sign at people. It makes me smile. It fills my body with a bit of warmth. This is what I hope we are offering to passersby with our hugs. I want to go up to him. I want to hug him and tell him about our hugs. But I don’t, for some reason. I am too much in a hurry or too shy. Perhaps I am just resistant to something unfamiliar and outside of my routine.
I am grateful for the hugs.