​A Touching Moment

As I write this, my hands are so cold they almost hurt. To warm them, I rub them vigorously together. I blow warm breath on them to heat them. Later today, I will sit meditation and place my hands upon my thighs or place them in a mudra.

Over the years my hands have felt divots in wooden panels, stroked the fur of my dogs and cats, tenderly held little ones of all kinds, assisted ants to new locations, just to name a few. I've watched them change over the years as I've grown older. But have I paused to notice what it feels like to touch ordinary things?
Smooth. Rough. Sharp. Mushy. All sorts of objects I've held in them.
And further still, have I noticed the hands themselves other when they are at work or when they are uncomfortable?
Press your hands together, palm touching palm. Slowly rub your bare hands together as if you were applying lotion. How does your skin feel?
Are they cold or warm, damp or dry? Does your skin feel sensitive?
What else?

Now, let go of labeling how they feel, and just experience it without contemplation. Continue to rub your hands together with your eyes closed. When you are ready, open your eyes and see if it feels different as you rub and press them together. Play with it. Experience it.

Complete and Continue