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It started as a straightforward presentation, with the usual statistics and PowerPoint slides.
Holly Routley from Okanagan College had come to to raise awareness -- and funds, of course -- for a new Health Sciences complex.
Then Holly did something unexpected. While speaking, she stepped down from the podium and began to massage the neck and shoulders of a young woman near the front.
I heard an audible gasp. Because in our culture We. Just. Don’t. Do. That.
But Holly made contact deliberately, to make a point. Nursing is one of the few professions where the practitioner has to make physical contact with the other party.
Categories: Soft Edges
Tags: touch, nursing, Okanagan College
The mallet raps gently against the rim of the bowl. The bowl rings, sings, high and clear.
The sound slowly fades. Do I still hear it? Or do I just imagine that I still hear it? Sound consists of molecules of air vibrating against each other; I know their ripples continue to spread and interact, even when they are no longer audible to my ears.
There is no clear break between hearing and not-hearing. Between tasting and not-tasting. The boundaries blur.
Tags: hearing, Senses, sight, touch. taste, touch, memory