Hugged without permission

After a28 hours flight, I noticed I was suddenly feeling happy and fulfilled…not tired as I expected.
A trip through the “time machine” to Argentina, hugged by friends, kissed by strangers like they known me for ever; snuggled in tango where words are an interference, accepting & being open to a deep connection, long conversations with a single “cortatido”,…just made me realized how comfortable and natural that was.
My house is always so populated, as there is “permission” to be close, hugs and kisses are shared as you cross my door or my studio, entering Argentinean territory, where there are no second thoughts, no under messages, no worries of “what would they say, feel, is it too long, is it appropriate?”, I would have never thought of this before, its just a different code.
Many things, encounters happened in BA, I danced for a friend answering to the question “how are you?”, having Flor as a witness, validates my feelings. I guided a Dance Movement Therapy session, feeling honored and respected as a therapist…called all the time, sharing dance space with friends, laughter…I felt awakened.
In all I can resume my visit as “togetherness”, where you don’t need a verbal permission for a hug, you just need to feel it, you just need to receive it, you just need to be you.