Sunday Sage – The Touch of a Hand

tiny yellow violas in an old weathered hand (yep it’s mine)

For Writer’s Quote Wednesday #42, my favorite quote about the sense of touch:

“There’s power in the touch of another person’s hand. We acknowledge it in little ways, all the time. There’s a reason human beings shake hands, hold hands, slap hands, bump hands.

“It comes from our very earliest memories, when we all come into the world blinded by light and color, deafened by riotous sound, flailing in a suddenly cavernous space without any way of orienting ourselves, shuddering with cold, emptied with hunger, and justifiably frightened and confused. And what changes that first horror, that original state of terror?

“The touch of another person’s hands.

“Hands that wrap us in warmth, that hold us close. Hands that guide us to shelter, to comfort, to food. Hands that hold and touch and reassure us through our very first crisis, and guide us into our very first shelter from pain. The first thing we ever learn is that the touch of someone else’s hand can ease pain and make things better.

“That’s power. That’s power so fundamental that most people never even realize it exists.”

Jim Butcher – Skin Game

Til next time ~Stay calm and read urban fantasy ~JP


10 thoughts on “Sunday Sage – The Touch of a Hand

  1. Gorgeous thoughts and picture, JP. I agree with Sherry. After my first husband died, I missed his touch and sound of him. People can’t live long without touch. Life is better together.

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      1. I go barefoot a lot. I would miss that, too! I used to travel alone more than Vince did – during our marriage. He traveled when he was young because of his job but that was before my time. Now, he doesn’t even like to travel very much. We have a great time together when we do, but he loves to be home near his peeps and his animals. I never slept in my first husband’s clothes, but he didn’t travel much either. After he passed, I gave his clothes away quickly to my neighbor who made sure that they got to needy people in Mexico. I wanted them to do some good rather than sit in a closet. His mom kept his dad’s clothes until she moved out of the house – about 40 years.

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