It's a little something that I've noticed we're not doing as much anymore, at least in this new-age, iPod/mp3/internet fueled culture.

Touch: whether it be holding hands, nose nudgings, simply the comfort of a father and his child, a mother and hers. We need to touch each other. We've become so isolated as of late. Rather than going down the street to have a quick check-up on a friend, I find myself sending a text message with a quickly jotted, "How're you doing?" Not to mention those days when we'd rather listen to our favorite music blaring rather than the sounds of other people, or the nature around us.

So, a suggestion. A challenge. A request.

Touch someone.

In literature, a dear woman who's mind I've grown very fond of writes on the Delicacy of Touch.

"Like a distant torrent of rain,
dripping, sipping, sinking through the soil,
an urge so silent and concrete.
Body-integration, sensation,
forgetful contemplation of texture and fingertips.
So it strikes again."

♥♥