Touch

Touch is my most prized sense, light my most loved, and sound my most expressive, but for all these, without words my life would be diminished. Ideas emerge and flourish only through our words.

As I touch I give something precious of myself. My willingness to meet with. My acceptance of another.

Touch is my fundamental sense. I feel through touch. Much of my sense of body is through touch.

Touch was how I first explored the world. Touch allows me to experience everything between pleasure and pain, and provides a way for me to express my inner world and love.

Touch requires trust. If I sense touch is self-centred I withdraw and the same is true for another.

Touch is vital for my well-being, yet fraught with interpretation.

With nature I touch without restraint.