One person. One invitation. One act.
I walked into a room of total strangers and decided that the room was to be filled with love. I simply told the room that love is why I am here. Love is why we are all here. That’s why we are all here. I then announced that I was going to be giving hugs out as soon as I was done talking. I am one person in a room of 900 people. It was Unity Day. It was time to unite a room. But how?
Love Out loud!
I am responsible for my circle of energy. I announced that my energy is love, and hugs are the reward. I stood in the room and publicly stated out loud that hugs were going to be the action of the day. Love, everywhere. Hugs to everyone. Hugs here, there, and everywhere. It mattered not who you were, hugs were coming and that’s all there was to it. I explained that I was too thankful for the day to not share love. I had been through too much to not love, and since we were there together, we might as well love it out!
I shared myself. I felt vulnerable and exposed. I felt small. I felt alone on that stage. It was one light, one microphone, and one invitation to a room in the dark. I could not see their faces. I could not hear their reactions. What did I do? I walked off the stage and heard them love back. If I got nothing else but that applause, I had more than I could ask for. I walked off the stage and made a beeline to the green room. I forgot to close the door in my rush to exhale, and there was a knock at the door behind me. What greeted me was a smile, and with that smile, were open arms. “I came to get my hug!” WHAT?!
We stood and in arms, locked in and lost. She leaned back and said that my words moved her feet towards me. I had reached her. Her hug was authentic and deep. I exhaled again. I got my hug. I could go relax at the job well done. I had added one hug. My goodness. What a day! What a hug! I was going to be led to the seats in the auditorium, and the young man assigned to lead me arrived to the door with a smile the size of the door itself. His arms opened, and he waved me in for his hug. Not just a regular hug. This was a glad to hug you hug. This as a give me some of that love hug. He led me to my seat where I was greeted by hands reaching out, and smiles. The hug fest had begun. THIS IS NOT A DRILL! This is happening!
I was chased down for hugs. One after another. Sometimes in bunches and groups. On stairs. At tables. Sitting down. Standing up. Women. Men. Young. Old. They kept coming. For every step, another hug. I was in the restroom washing my hands and as I opened the door to exit, there was a line of men 15 deep waiting for hugs ( “it would have been weird if we tried to hug you in the restroom!”Yessir!) A funny thing happened. Along with the hugs were smiles. In bundles. Big huge, wide, amazing smiles. What a gift! I have always said that when you open your heart and hands with love to give, it is always returned exponentially to you. One man offered a hug and got hundreds back. That is our LovePrint. Cover each other in love. Each hug is an action in love. Each smile, love in action. One hug led to hundreds. One smile led to hundreds more. That’s what love does. I’m just going to sit here on this plane and enjoy being covered.