During my Great Scots Magazine production cycle I sometimes work around the clock, often working into the night and beginning my day sometimes at 4 AM. Burning my candle at both ends like that can leave me more than frazzled.
When I’m down, or tired, or need inspiration nothing re-invigorates me like a hug and a nap, and when I can get both at once, it’s tonic for my weary soul!
When I begin my day at four o’clock, by six-thirty I’m winding down and in need of a pick-me-up. That’s when I often feel something touch my leg under my desk. It’s Burnsie, nosing my trouser leg as he always does on his detour to the kitchen. He noses my leg signaling he wants me to pick him up for a hug.
Now, you might think a Scottie lacking arms and hands couldn’t give an effective hug, but mine can. When I lift him up to my face, Burnsie puts one paw on each of my shoulders near my neck and presses his chest into me while he alternates between licking my ear at the side of my face and pushing back with his feet to allow him to wash my face with vigorous kisses!
I’m learning hugs are one of the essential foods of the soul … you can’t be truly well and whole without them. Especially since Charlotte’s death, I’ve come to cherish hugs and unhurried hugs are my most prized stock.
Recently, rumaging through old photos, I came across one taken five years ago during an afternoon ’siesta.’ It’s the perfect reminder that hug-naps are as good as it gets. Scotties and Percy, the cat, climbed on top of me for a hug-nap sandwich worth remembering.
It doesn’t get any better than that. Take my word for it. A hug-nap a day will keep more than the doctor away!
Joseph Harvill, publisher of Great Scots Magazine