I haven’t written to one of the WordPress prompts for a time. Today’s prompt is about touch, memories, and textures.
Here’s the link: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/12/06/daily-prompt-textures.
And my response:
I keep a notebook and a nice pen here by my computer. I’m always copying links, credits, poems to reprint, etc. My notebook and pen are blue these days, and I love writing with a good pen. So that is touch, as is typing on this keyboard. Some of the letters are completely gone, so my high school teacher taught me well.
Touch is so important with caregiving. My mother and I held hands. Then I held – and still hold – the Bible I read aloud to her.
And I love the textures of the homemade throws and afghans I bought at Bethesda Thrift Store. What a wonderful legacy, that something crafted makes another’s life more beautiful and comfortable.
I remember another haiku you like:
stack of art books
not needing to read today
just need them there
Wendy Brightbill’s mixed-media print, “but she just kept going…,” is still on the wall in my little study. http://agirlandherbrush.com Wendy is sharing new work in her blog posts.
Three stars are by my study door. They say LOVE FAITH HOPE.
The picture of the paper is from wpclipart.com.
Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin 
Faith, Hope, Love–and gentle touch–the combination is powerfully effective and real.
Another excellent post, Ellen.
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Thank you, Marylin
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This is lovely Ellen , and I like that you added little embellishments. Margie
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Hi Margie, Thank you
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I can imagine those afghans and throws, what a wonderful post.
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Thanks, Annie.
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So right Ellen; sometimes holding hands is all that is needed. A small touch that contains all.
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Thank you and blessings.
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Yes, touch is so important … especially gentle and compassionate and just letting someone – or even our pets – know we are present for them unconditionally. Even sometimes things, like food or plants or trees or the soil. I saw something yesterday: an Italian women making pasta – the softly reverent way she touched the dough and finished noodles and so lovingly arranged them on the plate. Like love, there are so many aspects to touching. Lovely post.
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