A few days ago I read a letter from Carmen Pacheco, in which she spoke about delicacy. That force that, without the need to touch, transforms. She gave the example of a dermoscopy that they had to go through. How the doctor, almost without touching her arm and with profound delicacy, indicated the movements to carry out. Most of us will know that tactile experience of delicate touch. An experience that has nothing to do with intimacy and much to do with the appreciation of the dignity of another person. And, ultimately, out of deep respect. The power of that utmost delicate touch reaches shades of an almost mystical experience because when you live such a moment, you are at peace. It may be a brief moment, but at that moment, you are at peace with the world.
#9 The power of delicacy
#9 The power of delicacy
#9 The power of delicacy
A few days ago I read a letter from Carmen Pacheco, in which she spoke about delicacy. That force that, without the need to touch, transforms. She gave the example of a dermoscopy that they had to go through. How the doctor, almost without touching her arm and with profound delicacy, indicated the movements to carry out. Most of us will know that tactile experience of delicate touch. An experience that has nothing to do with intimacy and much to do with the appreciation of the dignity of another person. And, ultimately, out of deep respect. The power of that utmost delicate touch reaches shades of an almost mystical experience because when you live such a moment, you are at peace. It may be a brief moment, but at that moment, you are at peace with the world.