Hands Touching Hands

I’ve been gathering pebbles from all the coves and beaches around me over the last few weeks with a view to trying some ‘pebble art.’

I poured my loot out onto the table in front of the fire this afternoon and waited for inspiration.

Before I knew it, I was tracing my hand and thinking of the power of the sense of touch. Touch can be so electric and sensuous. What kept coming to mine was the way in which touch is so central to our relationships with other people.

Hand

Recently, I was getting my hair done and found tears streaming down my cheeks as the hairdresser was towel drying my locks. I simply don’t like when strangers touch my hair. It feels all wrong to me and I crave the gentle touch of my mother running her fingers through it when I was a child.

The towel drying tears quickly turned to a watery smile as I thought of how we’d all run from Father’s offers to dry our hair after swims as he had such thing about making sure that we didn’t get colds and almost tore the heads off us with his vigorous towelling.

The first touch in a romantic relationship can be so special with fingers meeting fingers. What can be so bittersweet about the ending of a relationship is that even one little finger touching another that was so familiar becomes off limits.

How easy it is to take the sense of touch for granted and it’s often only when it’s gone for whatever reason that we appreciate it.

What song or poem do YOU associate with Touch?

 

 

Author: socialbridge

I am a sociologist and writer from Ireland. I have worked as a social researcher for 30 years and have had a lifelong passion for writing. My main research interests relate to health care and I love to write both non-fiction and poetry.

14 thoughts on “Hands Touching Hands”

    1. Hi Val, I agree that touch can convey much more than words but I’m arguably the opposite to you unless it’s my absolute nearest and dearest. Just not the huggy type at all for some reason.

  1. I love the song “When I Need You” by Leo Sayer…It’s about a man who is traveling and is away from his love, but she is on his mind and only a heart beat away…he won’t be forever travelilng and will soon be back with her but in the meantime he’s only a heart beat away. Very touching.

  2. Another pebble-addict 🙂 I love to think about the big rocks on the bottom of the sea, where all these pebbles came from. My favorites are the rocks with fossils and fragments of shells.

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