We interact with the world using our sense of touch. If we walk out the door, and the air is frigid, the receptors on our skin let us know to grab a coat. This tactile sense also recognizes vibration, pressure, pain, texture, and other stimuli. Today, sift through your travel memories and choose one where your sense of touch factors heavily in your story.
Remember, the maximum word count to post every day is 750 words, the equivalent of three (3) double-spaced, typewritten pages. You can write fewer words but not more, and all words count, even the little ones. If you haven’t yet watched the
If you’d like, use the handout below to create a cluster or mindmap of possible story ideas. Print out several blank cluster diagrams and use them to focus your story on a moment that involves only a few people and a short period of time. If you’ve not yet watched the Brainstorm Your Stories by Clustering video, you may want to do that first.
When you’ve settled on what you wish to write, create a draft of the story, post your work in the comments section below, read a few of your fellow challengers’ stories, and include a word or two of encouragement. Happy writing!
Dear fellow Challenged, The past couple of days have been busy, but I have my fifth challenge ready to post and I will be going back tomorrow to catch and respond to some of the stories I’ve missed. Thank you, everyone who has commented on my previous four pieces. Here is the fifth. Long chin whiskers tickled my palm, making me giggle. “Hold still and keep your fingers together. Otherwise, you might lose one,” Marsha, the riding instructor, admonished me. It was hard to prevent the carrot from rolling off my hand, but I’d been given a mild scolding when… Read more »
I like this nostalgic story. What a sweet memory of a youthful experience. There are some great descriptions too that helped me go right along with your experience, like when you describe feeding him and then preparing the other horse for your ride. I hope the rhythm of riding improved over the week so there was less discomfort.
Your story of when you took your first real ride on a horse was refreshing. It took me back to my childhood with our horses. I hope your rhythm improved during the week. Some horses are rougher than others, especially when they trot. I enjoyed the the detail of the horse’s soft nose and the coarse main.
I Loved this story, Terry. As always, it was beautifully written. The descriptions of touch were well portrayed. I love horses, and you put me right there with you, giving Prince his treat and patting his back. His reaction to your touch was spotless.
Congratulations challenge life writers. I know that rewarding feeling after completing the entire challenge which of course I did not do. I’m grateful that I had one cameo appearance and one submission of one assignment but I applaud good all of you. I’m sure you all made it to rockstar status. I did have a productive week, although only one round of golf because I was much too busy with the preparations for the final stage of completing my book for publication. I will keep you posted. Happy writing
Congratulations Stella on getting your book completed.
Thank you Lisa Marie, sweet of you.
Congratulations Stella. Who needs to be a rock star, when you can work on a best-seller?
I appreciate the way you think! Thank you John
Stella, what an accomplishment,, we will from now on have the whole picture. Félicitations. J’ ai bien hâte de te lire!!(:
Thank you Thierry..I can’t wait either I did use a translator
Congratulations on completing your book. Mine goes to an editor in the middle of October.
Isn’t it exciting to get to that point! After I pressed that send button to the editor I had an awesome feeling!
It is exciting, but the there is a bigger obstacle to overcome once you are ready to publish. Let me know when your book is published. I would like to read it.
Absolutely..I’m thinking I’ll tell everyone I know, hehehe
So excited for you Stella. You are a real Rock Star Writer in my book. I know your book will be a success.
Thank you Dar, you are such a supporter! Can’t wait to send you a copy.
Woohoo, I made it! Here is my story for day five! The title is Bucket List. I know, I know…not very creative. Feedback is welcome.
Day 5 done…now I sleep 🙂
Your parasailing story shows that you have to take the opportunity when you can. If you always wanted to do it, there is no time like the present. I am glad you know how to swim now.
LM,
Loved your use of simile (excursion…. like a welcomed hug). I’ve been up there and it’s a hoot. Nice story.
Lisa Marie, fun story. I enjoyed it. Parasailing is also on my bucket list, and is para-gliding. Maybe one day, I will have the opportunity to do it. I loved this description below.
it felt like the excitement of my anticipated excursion was tangibly resting on me like a welcomed hug. Anticipation accompanied me like the presence of a friend as I went to breakfast and prepared to exit the ship. I could feel ocean moisture in the air rest on my skin like a like a soft blanket.
Oh you brave and fearless woman. Going parasailing and not knowing how to swim. I learned that we don’t need to know everything before doing something. All we need is faith. I’m so glad that you loved this experience.
What’s next?
Thank you, Dar. I suppose what was next was snorkeling. I went snorkeling on that trip after parasailing.Maybe a little out of order but I did eventually learn to swim a few years later.
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I enjoyed taking this trip with you, even in the heat. I have never been there. Maybe I will start a bucket list. Hope your husband gets to Deadwood some day. I liked your descriptions of the heat and crowds.
Thank you, Nancy, When I entered this story, I felt it somehow missed the mark, but I’m glad you enjoyed it.
The guy wanting to get to Deadwood was my elderly (more than me), very frail brother-in-law. Wish we had made it that day.
Interesting story, Linda. Too bad you didn’t get to see everything you planned, but at least your learned history about the sculptor.”it felt like the excitement of my anticipated excursion was tangibly resting on me like a welcomed hug. Anticipation accompanied me like the presence of a friend as I went to breakfast and prepared to exit the ship. I could feel ocean moisture in the air rest on my skin like a like a soft blanket.” Beautiful description.
sorry it was so hot when you took this trip. Travelling with friends can be fun. Sounds like it has good memories for you. I learned new things about a place I have ever been.
Thanks Dar,
The Black Hills and Badlands of South Dakota are a beautiful place, rich with beautiful rock formations, history, and so much more.
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Thank you for sharing the many aspects of your childhood and young adulthood that helped make you into the man you are today. I like your descriptions of your travels and experiences in San Francisco and how they gave you incites of your past and future life.
Thank you for sharing Thierry. The imagery you have used to record events from the past Is rich and potent. I am sensing much self discovery and resolution. Writing can be painful for those who dare to introspect, and it can also be. therapeutic. Please keep on writing.
Thierry, another 5 star winner. Excitement, excellent character, surrounding, descriptions that touched every fiber of my senses. What a life you have had. Am looking forward to more episodes of Untiring Thierry.. Go for it.
Jackie. Untiring is exponential as I write with support of this group. Thank you fellow writer.
Wonderful recollection, Thierry. I especially liked this phrase: “ It felt as I was holding my own hand from childhood. A moment engraving itself deep inside, maybe a sign that I was connecting back to life as the courageous child within, I always was.” So poignant. A life told in a few sentences. “ Silenced words floating in the air of the pristine check in point. Thick glass mirrored calm as I wondered ‘’what could be found on me from the frisk’’? Other than secrets, emptiness ruled. Strong hands sliding along my thighs, through my long hair I let loose in… Read more »
Etya, thank you again for your support. So many moments are coming back to me as I right with a better sense or understanding of what it means to write for others. And revealing myself.
Thierry, enjoyed this story very much. VERY thoughtful. You have grown a lot in this writing class. Another gem. Remember to use the Times Roman font. It makes reading a lot easier. Thank you.
I will check it out for the ”Times Roman font”, thanks. Thank you Norma for letting me know about my growing. I do acknoledge it more so in writing this past week. Shifting is occuring.
Thierry, I find I never know how to respond to your stories. They leave me speechless but with so much fodder to contemplate. Your words have found their way to the page in such beautiful ways. Thanks for sharing. I look forward to your published book.
Thank you Dar, Glad I’m ”touching” you in so many ways, generating various responses. Feels, like The Book is coming to life somehow or after all.
Thierry,
I am blown away by this piece. The language is magnificent, and the imagery is potent. The trap of your grandmother’s house that would engulf unattainable dreams, the scene with the young boy at the beach, becoming reborn at the jail, silent words in a pristine check in point, are all so powerful and rich. Thank you for sharing this beautiful story.
Millie, I am touched by your generosity in sharing your thoughts about this piece. You are an important catalyst to my shift in writing to be read.
Here is my story regarding touch. Tell me what you think!
What a fun adventure story. The feel of the dolphin while you rode them was well written. I learned about dolphins in your story. Thanks
I am fascinated by dolphins. They are such clever animals. I didn’t swim with the dolphins but touched them when I went to Sea World attraction park. Their skin is so silky, slippery and cold. I loved the feeling.
What an adventure, Julie! Thank you for sharing your story. I’ve wanted to do that too.
Wow! What an experience! I would have loved to have been there with you except I don’t swim.
Alleluia, Praise the Lord, I did it. I completed my first 5 Day challenge feat in three years. Loved it and feel tired, exhausted, but exhilarated by The Challenge. My treat will be to go a road trip, making jewelry, to Lafayette, Louisiana, with my daughter. Did sort of run out of steam on this story, but imagination turned it into sort of a story. Enjoy!!!
Jackie,
Once again, a wonderful piece. I think you touched it all.
John
John, did you like my newly invented word, more befitting for a twelve year old, Brainspurting, (my computer even underlined it, but at my age I can get away with lots) from the root word Brainfa…. This week has given me new life, thanks to your advise to Brainf…., again Thank you.
What a wonderful approach to writing this story you took, Jackie. The entire second page is testament to touch. Thanks for sharing.
Etya, I sort of ran out of ‘ink in my pen’ so to speak and was just going to list touch related phrases, which really had been going through my mind Friday morning at my acupuncture appointment. I had just read our prompt and it was floating wildly through my worn out mind. My phrase writing attempt didn’t evolve as I wanted and wearily I turned it into a touch event.
Jackie I tried sending my story to you, but the address doesn’t work. Will wait for your email.
You did a lot of thinking about touch while your body healed on that table. Lots of things to think about. Thanks for sharing.
Here it is, just under 750 words.
An amazing experience, Cathy! I never ate a lobster prepared this way, but I tasted Maine Lobster on Cape Cod. Maine Lobsters are delicious.
OH that really was quite an event. You described it so well. It sounds scrumptious and quite fun.
Thanks, Lisa Marie. I’d love to repeat it.
Catherine, what a wonderfully described story. Even though I have a shell fish allergy, before it was discovered I did eat the lobsters of south Georgia, no where comparable to the Maine ones you so beautifully described, especially the eating portion. What a great and lasting experience.
I loved how you wrote this story. It starts with the anticipation of having lobster but leaves us in suspense about when how you are going to enjoy them. You brought us with you through your sailboating and experience.
Thank you, Nancy. I’m glad you liked the story.
My saliva glands are drooling remembering the delicious lobsters I have eaten. I remember the time we ordered them shipped from the Maritimes to Toronto for our New Year’s Eve party at our home. We sat on the living room floor covered with old newspapers, drinking white wine and laughing with good friends. We cooked these ourselves. They were good but I would have preferred experiencing them the way you enjoyed yours, sailing to an island, having a crew to cook, serve, and clean up. A much better idea. I can also imagine running into the ocean to clean off… Read more »
Yum, Dar!
That was a pretty adventutous trip, Catherine, and brave. I guess the prize was worth it. Not my plate of goodies, but I once had Maine lobster, when a friend and I took the ferry from Bar Harbor over to Nova Scotia. Everywhere you went there were offerings of inexpensive but huge dinners. Not as advanturous as your sea trip. Great descriptions.
Thank you, Orah. I’ve found that the only lobsters I ever really loved were those two.
I haven’t had one since. My mother was the lobster person.
This is Dar Lamb’s story.
Dar, I had chills running down my spine as I read your piece. I agree it this meeting was predestined. Beautiful descriptions of touch and the story itself was so well-written.
Dar, what a fabulous writer you are. I wanted to hold the hand of your great grandson. How is special!! Thanks for sharing!
Dar, what a beautiful story and a special touch. Thanks for sharing.
Dar, how beautiful. I cried through the last half. It brought all the found memories of my first encountered with my eleven grandchildren. I especially loved the way you waited, held out your hand until he reached for yours. But best that continued eye involvement where your souls merged. I had four of my grans that I felt a real DNA, genetic, link. Weird, but true.
Again, thank you. Again, I am learning more unknowns about you.
This story would be a good addition to Wallace’s baby book. Bonding with your great-grandson.
I am so happy that you wrote about little Wallace. I was hoping you would. I loved the sentence “The sun was shining.”
Beautiful, Dar. Heartwarming, such love. A trip to heaven. Nice writing. Still want that story about the massage.
While a massage feels good to the aching body, my story felt much better to my heart and soul.
How sweet, Dar, and what a lovely trip. It was literally and figuratively touching. I could feel his little arm; they feel like marshmallows and mochi, these new ones. Beautiful description.
thanks for reading my short story. I had trouble making up my mind about touch until I remembered about meeting Wallace for the first time.
I am posting the story about our bike trip to Vancouver. Remember, you guys from the south, I am not used to the intense heat that you experience every summer.
Interesting story, you kept me riding along with you and seeing the places you saw. I would have loved to see a grizzly from afar.
Nancy, I was in Vancouver first of August and weather was in 90ies, Alaska was in 40s and 50s. Great story and I’m exhausted riding with you on your motorcycle, Your story was real and exciting.
I do believe in global warming and perhaps you do too now that you have experienced this. I’m sorry it was almost too warm for it to be enjoyable. I commend you though for making the trip on a motorcycle. thanks for sharing.
We would be crying louder than you at 107 even in Florida! I like your story. You have some very good tactile descriptions, e.g., “cold blasts from a strong wind” that kept me with you on your trip. Good job.
So many thoughts of the difference of giving and receiving touch and this story combines both. I hope you enjoy it.
Opps, another glitch somewhere. There is no tab to add my story.
Please see my Day 5 story attached. Thanks!
Interesting story, Raymond. I enjoyed your descriptions and learning about your life experiences.
+Thanks for your kind remarks, Ray Deckert
You must have really wanted something to do to go out in weather that cold!! I am glad the restaurant was open. I liked your overview of the weather and lack of daylight in the Alaskan winters with your family. My mother had a similar story of riding her horse to her high school in 30-degree below weather for six miles and riding back home again.
Oh, Raymond, you were crazy! How did you breathe in -50 degrees? You must have lungs of Silicone! I really enjoyed your story. It’s an unusual experience and you made it work for this theme. Keep writing.
Raymond, I enjoyed your story. I enjoy the cold winters, but not that cold. Thanks for sharing the experience.
Your story is so well written Raymond. I grew up in that kind of weather but with a bit more sunlight during the shorter days I think. I loved the feel of that crisp air, blowinglmy warm air out making clouds of smoke? and walking under the stars on a dark winter’s night. I have a Canadian wolf living inside of me that is invigorated by the winter’s air. I’m glad you got to experience it.
You are a crazy and a brave man. Well written
Wasn’t paying much attention to details during the trip. Just enjoying the voyage with my family (and taking advantage of the free drink package on board). So, I had to do a bit of research for some names and towns in this story. After much tracking, I think I got it right.
John, for the life of me, I could not figure out why you needed the kiss the Blarney stone to get the gift of gab. You have already mastered it to perfection. Still, I like this line: “An Irish myth has it that kissing the Stone will give you the gift of gab. Weird, yet attractive.”
John you are a mess. I was anxiously awaiting your exciting description of kissing that daggone Blarney stone that turned out to be beoirs, however, I could feel your dismay by the way you sort of slid over the beer event, sort of bearly relishing it. Sorry, you’ll have to go back. Ireland and Scotland have always been on my Bucket List, had an Irish great grandmother.
I learn a lot when I have to review where I went on a trip. I find out many things I didn’t know when I went on the trip itself. It sounds like a fun trip. I hope Peggy’s knee healed OK.
Oh, John, as others have pointed out you don’t need to kiss the stone; gab is already your gift. You demonstrate it in every story you write. Probably being born of Irish blood is enough. Anyway, I liked reading this segment of your life and encourage you to write on.
John, great story. Thanks for sharing the experience. I am going to venture to guess that proximity to the Blarney Stone was enough to bestow its gift to you. I think the mission was a success.
Oh John, you didn’t have to kiss that stone. You are already full of Blarney. You have had this gift all along and use it well. Too bad that it was such a tourist trap though and not enough time to see the places on your bucket list.
The title is you. You don’t need to kiss the stone, but sorry you did not get your wish. Nice writing.
Here is my day 5 story.
Fun story, Sheila. Loved your descriptions. I wouldn’t ride The Beast if they paid me.
You are much cooler Mom than I am. I have never ridden a roller coaster. My two boys were lucky to go to the amusement parks with school and with friends. Thanks for sharing this story, I could get a little glimpse of what it would have been like to ride one.
You’re definitely a cool mom. Do you have to keep proving yourself to keep the title? Reading your description is as close to a roller coaster as I ever want to be. Excellent use of tactile words, very believable and exciting. Nice work.
Sheila, that was brave and you definitely earned the t-shirt, although I am sure the bragging rights and respect of your 10 year old was more than enough. You described the experience so well. Thanks for sharing.
I grew up in Cincinnati. Your story, especially King’s Island, Cincinnati, where I, as a ten to sixteen year old, visited many times. I am deathly afraid of roller coaster, get dizzy, sick (throw up) etc,etc the whole bit. I once or twice the roller coaster in the little children’s section there and even then couldn’t wait to get off. Glad you survived. Great story. My stomach turned upside down as I read your story.
I have never ridden a coaster and don’t imagine I ever will. You are a brave woman and you wear that T-shirt on your heart. Nice writing.
What an accomplishment to have survived The Beast. And yes, you should have bought yourelf the tee shirt, Nice story,,, i felt like I rode the Beast with you. And I hate fast rides.
That was a beast of a story. I loved it. Took me back to some fun times myself. I wouldn`t go now however. I need something a little gentler. Thanks for the story.
Great description! And I applaud you for riding the beast.
Sheila,
I’m disappointed in you for not buying the tee shirt. Great story. Since I am (was my age and BP has limited me) a roller coaster fanatic, I loved your descriptions about the torture. Sorry about the bruises. But sometimes great moms have to pay the price.
The Power of Touch
Nice story, Norma. Short and sweet!
Your story reminded me of a similar experience when I was going under anesthetic. This anesthetist had gentle blue eyes and with his reassurance, I felt like I was going to come out alive. Your story about human connection gives me something to think about.
How simple and sweet, Norma. You have a strong voice even in a gentle piece like this one. I like the way you set it up with your list at the beginning and you’re so right about touch. Thank you for this demonstration of a well-crafted story.
Norma,
I so appreciate your writing style. There is always an important and powerful message. Your story portrayed the power of positive touch so well. I especially liked the line; …as nervous as long tailed cats … Great description.
I hated love taps on my behind from my dad. When I asked him to stop, he just laughed at me. My trauma support group says this is sexual abuse. Otherwise, loved your story and your writing.
Norma,
I love your style. It’s just comfortable. When I read your messages, I want to incorporate some of your style into mine.
One of the things I love about surgery (except colonoscopies) is disappearing into another world and waking up wondering where the hell I am.
Here is my story for today, Hope you enjoy reading.
Loved your story, Lorna. Beautiful descriptions of Panama Canal, the feelings you felt for your lost relative. I enjoyed the historical descriptions myself. My sister, who once worked on a cruise ship, crossed the canal in the storm.
Hello Etya, Thank you for your positive feedback. I enjoyed the experience very much It must have been a scary experience for your sister to cross the canal during a storm. Even moreso, since the channel was so narrow.
Good story, Lorna. Interesting history and clear description of the journey through the canal. I’m looking forward to reading more from you.
Hello Catherine, I appreciate your comments and I am so pleased that you are looking forward to reading more from me. The feedback from the group is great!
Lorna,
Thank you for a glimpse of the canal and your family’s part in it.
Hello Linda. Thank you for reading my story and for your comments. Your response is encouraging.
Lorna,
I hope that I don’t get Etya pissed off at me. She’s my historian on Russian and Ukraine history. I’m now appointing you my Caribbean and Central America historian. Well told story about a trip that is on my bucket list.
John
Hello John, Thank you for reading my story and for your positive feedback. Interesting that you would cinsider appointing me a historian. I think I have a lot more work to do to earn that title, seeing history was my lleast favourite subject. Love your sense of humour.
Lorna,
I loved your story. The image of the wealthy man and his watch is powerful. Watching the buildings get lower while the ship felt level was interesting. I learned something. I did not know that Jamaicans helped build the canal, and I felt sad when the tour guide pointed out the slums, and knowing the possibilities of your ancestors being there. I am so glad you joined us. Thanks for sharing.
Hello Millie, Thanks you for reading my story and for your detailed and positive comments. I feel so touched by your commennt, “I am so glad you joined us”. I enjoyed the Challenge and hearing and llearning from all the other participants. I think I’ll share that I have signed up for the next session of Life Writers!
Hello Life Writers.
This piece helped me get in touch with a very sweet memory.
A beautifully warm description of touch. I loved the story. You nailed it, my friend!
Hello Millie, Very vivid and detailed story of one trip that meant so much to you and one tha turned out right. Very clear that Jim made such a big difference. I enjoyed reading your story.
What a precious memory. You let us in on your feelings about travelling and how Jim helped you through.
That’s a sweet memory of a special man and a comfortable relationship. You told it well. I like the comparison of travel experiences. There were lots of tactile images here that enriched the story. Nice work.
Millie for not liking traveling youre vivid accounts show how well you weather them. Congrats on another superb story. Your dream for a Pulitzer Prize seems quite attainable, go for it. Remember: Any thing the mind can Conceive, can be Achieved, if you Believe — CAB hop in.
I love your memories of your husband. When you wrote “Jim was my Big Dog” I smiled with little tears in my eyes.
Very nice story. You made me appreciate home while others are prancing around the countryside. Thanks for your memories.
Millie,
Your first paragraph threw me into a tizzy. I was thinking that everything you said was so “ANTI JOHN.” I love everything that you hated (even getting some nasty coffee at an Ed’s Beds).
But overall, the story is very touching.
John
Sounds like a fun trip with a great companion. I did get to the San Diego Zoo where I saw my favorite animal ever, Max the Siberian Tiger. I was so glad I got to see a real Siberian. There are not many left, if any. I also got to Sea World where I brought home a stuffed walrus with baby attached, one of my favorite of a large collection of stuffed animals. I loved the weather. The night I was at Sea World I did not even need a sweater. But I did not have a Jim. Nice writing.
Here is my story for the day. I am attaching two files. One with the written piece and the other with a picture of what I wrote. I hope you enjoy them!
Etya, what a nice photo and well written story. It sounds like you and your husband had quite an adventure that day.
Etya, please forgive, I’ve been on this Challenge Marathon determined to complete my First one in three years, from lemons to lemonaid. What a change in my mental state, from doom and gloom to exhilerated euphoria. My email is jrnormjack@earthlink.net. I will now send you that promised email with a second email if that doesn’t work. I quickly learned, at age twenty, to water sky in the Miami Bay area due to stingrays. Once up on the skies, a stingray popped up in front of me, and I refused to stop sking until I was deposited up on a safe… Read more »
I am glad you were able to experience the stingray touching you after all. Sarah really wanted you to have this experience. I think that is what some of the guides live for, to provide a positive experience with sea creatures. I liked the description of feeling its silky skin. “I let my hand glide over its slippery, glistening back, feeling its body wrapping around my body and legs as it slid down.” Wow.
You are right. My guide Sarah left a long-lasting impression on me. I treasure this picture of us.
You are definitely happy in that photo, Etya, and beautiful! I love this story, very sensual. I think you nailed the assignment. Thanks for taking me with you on a thrilling adventure.
This photo makes me happy each time I look at it. I loved interacting with animals.
I agree with Linda, “As usual, you’ve nailed this one. Put us right there in the experience with you.” and may I add your husband when he slipped and plundged into the water, I slipped with him and swallowed sea water.
Thank you, Jackie.
You brought a good memory back to me Etya. I too, visited Stingray City on Grand Caymen, I was fortunate to have close friends living there and I was there a few times and once I stayed for a month. I have many different memories from that beautiful island.
Time to write your memories down, Dar.
As usual, Etya, you’ve nailed this one. Put us right there in the experience with you.
Thank you.
Etya,
Not your usual history lesson. But an experience well told. I know as I spent some time with the sting rays in Antigua.
You do not give me enough credit, John. I did tell the story about how Stingray City came to be. He He.
I love your sensuous description of your touching experience. On the trip I wrote about, my friend went swimming with the dolphins at one port and then in the Bahamas went swimming with the stingrays. She was brave after conversation at our dinner table was about a man who had been killed by a stingray a week before. The relationships must have been special in the Caymans. Great writing.
Thank you, Orah.
Etya,
You are very brave to touch the squid, much less the stingray. Great story.
Bravery has nothing to do with it, Millie. It is the curiosity that drives me to do anything out of the norm.
Sounds like a great experience. Fun photo!
Thanks, Nancy.
Here is my story for Day 5. It is an enhancement of a story I wrote earlier in the week.
What an interesting trip that was, especially having a travel companion as unpredictable as Jane. I loved your creative use of “Other senses have a party, too, in the spa of a five-star ship“. You’ve had some remarkable journeys, Orah, and I appreciate your thoughtful reflections about them.
Thank you, Catherine. Yes, I have a lot to be grateful for.
I was thinking of writing my story today about a professional massage but you beat me to it and told a good story. I found that a massage is a most wonderful way of feeling touched.
Thank you, Dar. Please write your story too. You are unique, and I am sure your story will be.
Sounds wonderful, sensual.
Orah,
I may get in trouble for my response to your story. But that never stopped me before.
Your description of the message brought back memories of something more than a massage. It started with a back rub but cost me $75.00. I shouldn’t have gone there. Forget that I ever said anything.
Nice story.
John
John, you are a mess, but a very humorous one. Love you.
That cruise sounds awesome. Your description of the massage, the colours, and the gratitude you felt was heartwarming and comforting to the soul.
Nice story, Orah. I enjoyed reading it!