Skin (peau,) that protective layer around your heart and soul, that when touched unites the three.
Velvet. Stone. Sugar spilled on the floor stepped on underfoot. Wind blowing in your hair. Mist. Honey being poured. Hailstorm. The ropes of a swing. Someone tugging at your sleeve. Hands of time in every season touch you, leaving a message...
more than skin deep.
What lights your fire?
Where will you leave your touch today?
photo: My family...My father, mother, and nieces hands, holding each other. Sharing tenderness.
Held hands with a wise old woman of 85. Found she was cold , so we went for a walk in the sunshine. She cracked me up by telling me about the love lives of her neighbours.......ending our talk with " Whatever floats your boar m'dear".
Posted by: herhimnbryn | 29 September 2006 at 11:02 AM
Oops! That should have been "boaT"!
Posted by: herhimnbryn | 29 September 2006 at 11:04 AM
Beautiful picture the hands of all generations. To touch someone's life is a hope that I aspire to be in living everyday.
Posted by: cruststation | 29 September 2006 at 11:15 AM
I love that photograph darling one..........
I try and spread sugar and sweetness wherever I go.
Life is fast and fleeting there is never enough time to spread love and joy to everyone you come into contact with.
Blessings!
Love you
Jeanne
Posted by: Jeanne | 29 September 2006 at 12:18 PM
Your verbal images touch my heart and I feel the sugar underfoot...
Posted by: ParisBreakfasts | 29 September 2006 at 12:27 PM
where will I leave my touch? I hope in so many places - what lights my fire - oohh Corey - my guy ;)
Posted by: miss*R | 29 September 2006 at 12:41 PM
I've left my touch with a man I want much :)
Posted by: Shannon | 29 September 2006 at 01:11 PM
Wow, I was so moved by this post. What you wrote, "Skin (peau,) that protective layer around your heart and soul, that when touched unites the three", as well as by the image itself. There is nothing to add, youve said it all :)
Posted by: wendy | 29 September 2006 at 01:36 PM
Beautiful.
Posted by: Lisa | 29 September 2006 at 02:02 PM
as always, a wonderful sentiment with a beautiful picture...
a kiss for my husband at the train station this morning, and then a second one just so I could sniff his cedar shave soap.
Posted by: blackbird | 29 September 2006 at 02:20 PM
You select the most beautiful images to go along with your words! Hugging my kids and my honey each morning & night is the way I try to leave my daily, physical touch.
Posted by: dkmp9293 | 29 September 2006 at 02:39 PM
Beautiful!! Getting ready to take mine to the lake!!
Posted by: patpaulk | 29 September 2006 at 02:53 PM
I left my touch to 16 years old patient of mine .. same age as my son..blond hair..curling eyelashes.. and paraplegic.. he had a high fever.. and I left my touch on his cheek..
and now..I am deeply in need of a fortifying touch..even hug
Posted by: pinar | 29 September 2006 at 03:37 PM
What a lovely photograph! It evokes family, love, and a sense of place.
Posted by: Jill | 29 September 2006 at 04:34 PM
The wind on my skin invites me to stay outside where it feels clean and fresh.
Posted by: AnnieElf | 29 September 2006 at 04:51 PM
My skin against the skin of ones I love. The touch of the wind.
Posted by: MB | 29 September 2006 at 05:21 PM
Such a sweet picture!
Posted by: amy rue | 29 September 2006 at 07:20 PM
i love all the images you used
Posted by: la vie en rose | 29 September 2006 at 09:39 PM
My little sister.
Posted by: Julie | 30 September 2006 at 12:33 AM
what a beautifyl photo. The contrast of the strength and wisdom of hands that have lived and loved and the freshness and innocence of a new life just beginning, and the bond that connects them all. How special! Nel
Posted by: Nel | 30 September 2006 at 03:39 AM
You're awesome. Did you know?
:)
Posted by: Amber | 30 September 2006 at 06:11 AM
such a lovely photo ...
Posted by: becca | 30 September 2006 at 08:46 PM
Perfect, and so lovely...touches through the ages!
Posted by: Becca | 30 September 2006 at 11:04 PM
....to live fully.....every day....
Posted by: Britt-Arnhild | 30 September 2006 at 11:24 PM
A baby in my arms.
There is nothing like it.
xoxo
Posted by: Colette | 01 October 2006 at 04:53 AM
Oh! Baby skin! Like liquid gold, the sweetest thing!
Love the little sailor dress hem, too. What a sweet picture.
Posted by: samantha | 02 October 2006 at 02:55 AM
Oh look at those lil' toes! So cute! Begging to be counted! Your words are poetry, Corey.
Posted by: susanna | 02 October 2006 at 03:16 AM