CATERPILLAR – light touch

Tenderly, I now touch all
things,
knowing one day we will
part.

St. John of the Cross

Childhood memories seemed to suddenly gush into my mind.   I could feel the warm surface of the back porch where my sister Gail and I would stretch out on sunny Saturday afternoons.   Living on a farm a few decades prior to this digital era, we found a familiar comfort in seemingly doing nothing.   Clouds would drift across the sky as they eased into one animal shape after another.  While we’d never seen real l...