Touchstone Blog

The Line


You know it’s over when they let you enter without first scrubbing your hands.


This ends one of two ways. Only one means coming home with the one you love.


Safety precautions are no easier in intensive care, just clearer.


The ventilator, translucent skin, the unsteady beat of the monitors--all scream vulnerability and so, of course, of course you wash and gown and mask. That’s obvious.


The dying parent. The tiny babies. Every cell in your body wants to shield them from danger, even – especially – the invisible danger clinging to you from outside, hitching a ride closer to them. Looking for a way in; their vulnerability an invitation.


They can’t protect themselves.


Protecting them is obvious even when it’s not easy. You respect the barriers marking the threshold between the menace outside and the relative (hoped for, prayed for) safety here, inside.


When you can see blue blood rushing beneath translucent skin, it’s not hard to wash your hands.


The line used to be hard and sharp. Maybe it was imaginary, but it