Coming to my Senses: Touch

About five days into a summer cold and partway through my evening meal, it dawned on me that I couldn’t taste or smell the food I was eating. I was too congested from the cold. How long, I wondered, had I been impaired in those senses without even noticing?

I began to think about how I really take my five senses for granted, and I decided to try focusing on one sense for an entire day and see what I noticed that I may have otherwise missed. I chose the sense of touch since it wasn’t being effected by the cold.

I think of all the senses, touch would be the most dangerous one to lose. Feeling pain helps me pull away from potential harm, helps me realize that I need to realign my back when I am sitting improperly, helps me enjoy my pets, and helps me connect with others. Just for starters.

Here are some observations from my day:

 

Too hot, too cold? Shall I take my tea warmed or iced today? (Trick question; I only drink coffee).

Too hot, too cold? Shall I take my tea warmed or iced today? (Trick question; I only drink coffee).

 

Some branches are better for swinging on than others.

Some branches are better for swinging on than others.

 

It might behoove me to wear gloves when pulling this weed.

It might behoove me to wear gloves when pulling this weed.

 

Feeling the spiral wiring on my notebook, the ridges caused by my pen on pages I have used, the smoothness of clean pages waiting to be used, all adds to the pleasure of writing my daily journal entries.

Feeling the spiral wiring on my notebook, the ridges caused by my pen on pages I have used, the smoothness of clean pages waiting to be used, all adds to the pleasure of writing my daily journal entries.

 

Parched? Waterlogged? I talk to my plants on occasion, but so far they have suffered my neglect in silence. If the brown leaves aren’t a giveaway, I can feel the soil’s saturation level.

Parched? Waterlogged? I talk to my plants on occasion, but so far they have suffered my neglect in silence. If the brown leaves aren’t a “dead” giveaway, I can feel the soil’s saturation level to determine their needs.

 

Petting my soft cat is comforting and pleasurable. Plus I can catch him when he tries to use my leg as a scratching post.

Petting my soft cat is comforting and pleasurable. Plus I can catch him when he tries to use my leg as a scratching post.

 

Some water temperatures are more conducive to singing in the shower.

Some water temperatures are more conducive to singing in the shower.

 

I discover sooner rather than later when I should scream and do the get-that-creepy-thing-off-me dance.

I discover sooner rather than later when I should scream and do the get-that-creepy-thing-off-me dance.

 

Soft carpet, soft hair, soft skin.

Soft carpet, soft hair, soft skin.

It’s been an interesting experience to focus on the sensation of touch. I’ve decided to try this with each of my five senses (maybe even my sixth sense). Stay tuned!

About Maggie C

Stained glass artist, writer, respecter of life.
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