Live your life from your heart. Share from your heart, and your story will touch and heal people’s souls.
~ Melody Beattie
I love touch.
I love to feel the touch of the smooth warm tiny hand of a baby as it explores my face.
I gain great comfort from the caressing touch of the shrunken, wizened and wrinkled hand of a well aged loved one, while I listen to them pass on a well tried and tested snippet of knowledge.
I love to watch my young friend Jack, engrossed in his own world, as he gently touches and lifts a leaf or rock to search for the bugs and insects living underneath.
I love the touch of the breeze in my hair on a bright spring day, or the sun on my back as I walk through the countryside on a summer’s day.
I love to gently touch soft fabrics like silk, velour and cashmere, while dreaming of how I can transform them into wonderful garments.
There are times when I am touched by the music of the dawn chorus, or the human singing voice as it soars to reach the rafters or the gentle touch of hands dancing across the keys of a piano or plucking the strings of a lyre.
I love to bring the touch of comfort to those who are hurting in mind or body by washing their feet before gently caressing them with cream or lotion.
I love the touch of a welcome hug from friends when I visit them.
I love the hug of farewell, wishing me a safe journey and reminding me to return again soon.
But most of all, I love the touch of an all embracing hug from Elly, my beloved daughter. It lifts away all traces of age, worry and pain and reminds me of the purpose of life.
The choice of the topic Touch was mine this week, to tease and tax my fellow LBCers, so why not trip on over to touch base with our regular contributors: Delirious, Maxi, Maria/Gaelikaa, Maria SilverFox, Padmum, Ramana, Shackman speaks, The Old Fossil, Will Knott.
Paul is on sabbatical right now, we hope it will not be long before he returns to the playground, but in the meantime there is a rumour going the rounds that Ordinary Joe will be rejoining in the fun this week, so why not add him to your list once more. Welcome back Sir!
And at times I am touched by your posts. Nicely said GM.
Touch me, baby!!!
shackman – Thank you.
mayo – As my granny used to say to us children when we fell: “Come on over to me and I will pick you up!”
Touch is such an deep form of communication. It conveys affection, trust, curiosity, loyalty, so many things. Jenny and I touch each other all the time. And I always like to touch other people when I meet them, even complete strangers, as a way of making a connection with them.
Beautifully said, GM. I was touched reading it!
Nick – Fifteen years on I still miss Jack’s touch, but now, I enjoy a hug with friends when I meet them.
Fossie – Thank you old pal.
It’s interesting to hear your take on touch, because I was thinking more about being touched than about what I like to touch. 🙂
Delores – My thoughts went towards ‘being touched’, but then remembered I wrote about that back in December.
You have touched my heart with your wonderful post, GM. You have filled my eyes with your message: reach out and touch someone. It will fill your world.
Blessings ~ Maxi
Maxi – It’s not what we gather, but what we scatter, that makes the difference to the lives of others.
Touch is a beautiful thing. Hugs are warmth, concern and love. We are a family of huggers, and I have startled more than one person by hugging them… so much better to me than a handshake or air kiss.
Brighid – Who ever invented the air kiss? I have never come across anything so hypocritical, especially when done with drama and sound effects!
And I am always touched by you just being you.
Ramana – I am not sure I would fancy being anyone else! 😉
Lovely, GM
speccy – thank you.