All my life I have yearned to lose myself inside the gaze of another, and yet avoid the intense intimacy of it, too.
Births I have witnessed, especially outside of the industrial complex, the baby and mother search with their eyes for the other, first. Before even touch. And that gaze is sought by both people in that dyad, again and again.
It's where we learn to pay attention. We are quite literally paid. With attention. And we learn to pay. Attention. ADHD Anyone?
And we discover loving connection, and we associate it with loving touch, as we are held.
We are confirmed, by the gaze of the mother who birthed us, as having arrived, in human form, on planet earth.
How many of us wander the globe, still wondering. Am I here? Where are you? Where is she? Who am I?
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